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"I suppose you'd like to come in and pound this with everything you got, no?"

Samson was not the most astute in the ways of women, but even he could tell that 'yes' was the wrong answer.

"I don't know, it seems like an awful risk."

"Oh, are you referring to the heavily armed man standing right behind you?"

Samson spun so fast his eyes couldn't make out the man in question. After taking a moment to calm down, he realized that there was no man after all. The guard who had triggered this encounter in the first place seemed top have left without saying a word. The redhead's sharp laugh filled his ears yet again.

"Oh, silly, my father's men know to let me have my fun. They know how miserable they would be if they didn't."

Samson turned back around to find that she had removed her top.

"Maybe we should start with names, then," he tried.

Amused, she held out a hand, "Nika."

"Samson."

"Well shall we get to fucking, then?" Nika looked at him expectantly.

Samson was still not sure he wanted this responsibility, but his hand was somewhat **** when she **** his hand onto her shaven pussy.

As his fingers were **** to pleasure her, Samson considered his options.