She tries to let you continue.

“John… please… this really isn’t… oh WOW!” Natasha coos as you push her suit to the floor and run your tongue through the crease of her womanhood.

You bury your face into the blonde’s tiny little snatch, working your tongue as deep into her opening as you can while you rub your nose against her wet little nub.

“Please… please… oh God please John, you have to stop!” She informs you but makes no attempts at pushing you away.

You pull away and reach for her radio. “Here, tell them.”

“Tell them what?” she asks slightly confused.

“Tell them whatever comes to mind, Natasha.” You grin thrusting your face back between the German woman’s legs.

“Sasha. Kommen herein.”

“Dies ist Sasha. Über.”

Natasha is now literally panting as you move your tongue over her clit and begin to flick it back and forth with short quick laps.

“Ich brauche… ich messe mehr Zeit mit dem Angreifer,” Captain Veicht stutters as her thick muscular legs begin to tremble.

“Das ist ein negativer Kapitän. Die Mission ist beeinträchtigt worden. Wir müssen aus jetzt bewegen!” Sasha informs the sexually deviated German bombshell.

“Verdammte Scheiße! Mutter Fickend Scheiße. Esel fickend Sohn der Hure!” Natasha screams; pushing your head from between her legs. “Get dressed.”

“That bad, huh?”

The platinum blonde rubs her clit between her fingers for a couple seconds before answering. “You have no idea. We are aborting the mission and hoping the police are as ignorant and lazy as we rely on them to be. Otherwise, we could lose our lead again.”

“Again?”

“I’ll tell you later, John. Promise. First get dressed and let's get the hell out of here.”

“I got a big problem here Natasha.”

“Yeah, I know… I’m sorry. I’ll make that up to you later too… Promise!” Miss Veicht pouts as she pulls the zipper up on her suit.

You step into the jumpsuit and pull it onto your body. It fits almost perfectly except for the sharp pain as the suit cuts off circulation to your large member.

“Here, put these on.” Natasha reaches into the bag and produces a pair of night vision goggles. “Okay, lets go.”

You move close behind, watching the lovely woman’s shapely ass bounce with each step. As you enter the computer room you notice bolts of electricity jump from the front panel. You assume this is where the two bullets you thought were lodged inside of your brain are actually deposited. Natasha opens the door into the long hallway. You realize the corridor walls are made mostly of old cinder blocks.

“John, um… do you know how to open the hatch?”

“No, I thought you did,” You answer.

“Nevermind, I’ll just call them on my radio.”

“Sasha, kommen herein.”