Back to the bunker

The bunkers of the Scipio line were her home, a system of massive concrete defenses around the jackboot of Italy.

The thick walls protected her, made her feel safe, but they were also good in isolating sounds.

Sounds like the ones she was making currently, in her carnal mating with Franz.

"Aah, more Franz, more!"

Her moans of pleasure brought a smile from the German, lust mirroring in his eyes as it shined in hers.

" You are zo tight meine Liebe flower"

"And your cock keeps being so fantastically large, mi amor. I'll never get used to it"

Franz slammed home, before slowly pulling his dick back, eliciting a throaty moan from the agent he was pounding against the wall.

Her legs were locked around his waist, thigh high boots scraping his skin with every movement.

Her back was pressed against the concrete wall, only her black coat around her shoulders, shirt and bra lost sometime long ago.

She knew he loved her look, bloodred lips and icy eyes under raven hair, her shining locks matching her cap.

He was a looker too, sometimes found on the recruitment posters of the SS, with his blond hair, blue eyes and strong jaw.

He liked to choose pace, sometimes fast, sometimes, like now, painstakingly slow.

"Faster Franz, give it to me!" were the pleas of Eve as she tried to clench her legs and pull him closer.