Finish yourself!

Your eyes leave the butterfly knife, rolling back in your head. You grab the Spy's hand and replace it on your throat. You take the other and put it on your breast. He obliges by returning pressure to your neck and kneading your tits roughly. You can feel a pool of your juices splashing between yourself and him. You thrash uncontrollably, **** to satisfy your carnal lust. His meaty tool slams up on your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your loins.

"Oh fuck," you moan, feeling your free tits jiggling against his extended tongue. Profanity spews from your filthy mouth as you feel your body working itself up. You can feel every ounce of energy in your being coming together for this inevitable and earthshattering climax. Soon you are unable to talk, lost to your desire and losing consciousness. The Spy comes first, blasting streams of cum into the air. Hot ribbons of his sperm fly into the sky, falling in your hair and on your breasts. It's too much to take. You have to cum too.

You lean into the Spy, burying your head in his neck, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. You are now in the perfect position, the base of his cock is up against your clit. Your every movement is unbearable. You are blind. You are completely unaware of your shouting. You reach your peak right with nearly explosive ****, you can feel your body coming apart. Each one of your joints contracts as you feel the orgasm spreading through your body. You realize that you have been screaming this entire time, expending your stamina beyond its limits. You are covered in sweat and dripping blood, semen is all over your chest, neck and face. The Spy is exhausted as well, your blood covers his body just as thickly. He closes his eyes and exhales.

As he lets his guard down, you reach for his coat and remove the bottle of pain pills you noticed earlier. After popping one, you feel your wounds close miraculously. You cover yourself with a length of your torn clothing and place one of your knives at his neck. After a moment of letting him rest, you clear your throat, placing the microscopic edge of the blade on his jugular.

"Hi," you greet his wide eyes. He's either too winded or stunned to reply. "My name is Miss Yellow. Since I have your attention...let's talk..."

You grin, this mission is yours.

After finally making it to your room, you make up your mind to keep going. You're on a roll, and it would be a shame to stop after the game started getting so fun.