Good enough!

"Fuck it," you groan, arching your back. You grind your hips into the Spy's pelvis, feeling his cock burn along your slit. It's more than good enough, it's unbelievable. Your head is spinning and you buck yourself wildly. Sex has never been this amazing. Before you can try to wonder why, the Spy reaches up again, crushing your throat with his strong hands. You feel every cell in your face expand and throb with sensation. It's a haunting feeling and you know it's dancing with ****. Your hips swing wildly, you can feel his dick flopping with your every move. When you lean back it slaps your clit every time. You are feeling too many sensations to organize.

The more your mind blanks out, the more you focus on the single pleasure of riding his cock. You beat yourself against it as though possessed. Your clothes are tearing through and falling from your body. The Spy continues to watch you, content to have such a talented fuck-puppet service him. His eyes are on your tits, seemingly dazed by your nipples.

As he releases you for another moment, your senses return. He is naked, save for an open dress shirt, half undone tie and the his boxers. He is covered with your blood and not at all aware of his surroundings. His knife is on the ground beside him.