Her legs shake and she can’t lift her head. She opens her eyes and sees Bill climbing up on the stool she used to get up to the counter top. She smi...es as he grabs her hips and drags her down to the end of the countertop.Quickly, before her tremors have gone he enters her and begins to pound at her. She wraps her legs around his waist and lifts her hips, pulling him deeper and making him loose his balance. He pushes her back and crawls on the countertop with her. Pulling up her legs to his. A soft breeze blows up and lifts her wavy skirt up above her hips. It sparks his interest. “Are you wearing panties?” he asks, slipping up behind her, his cock pressing against his jeans.“I don’t know,” she coos. “Why don’t you find out?”“You are the bad one tonight,” he says as he kisses her on the neck. His hand slides down to her ass to give it a soft squeeze. He doesn’t feel the telltale lines of panties, only the smoothness of skin covered by the tin cotton of her skirt. His hand circles. Mileena's large cock stood at attention in front of the guard's face. "What the fuck?!" He exclaimed. "I knew you were some kind of genetic freak, but this on a whole nother level." Why don't you take a closer look." Mileena grabbed the back of the guard's head and thrusted her cock into his eye. As the guard recoiled, Mileena then kneed him in the face, knocking him out cold. The other guard lunged forward with his spear, but Mileena teleported behind him and struck him in the back of his. It was a subject that always got his blood to a boil, and brought back painful memories. He couldn’t understand how the company was unable to determine who was responsible. They were so good about finding all the other clues. They found the residue from the explosive charge on the gas line made to look like the line just happened to break. Quite elegant workmanship, actually. It had been undiscovered by the Bailystok, Poland policja forensics units, the Biuro Operacji Antyterrorystycznych.