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Chapter 19 by supman supman

Does Max follow her missiong or distracted by the passion?

Max continues with her mission.

Max bit her lip as she listened to Terry's zipper slide down. Her ass still arched back, his hands cupping her breasts. Squeezing and playing with her nipples as he rubbed his crotch against her behind. She shuddered feeling the damp warm head of his cock push against her firm ass.

"You're so hot baby," Terry moaned, nibbling on her ear as he mauled her breasts. "So damn hot." Max's hips squirmed as he rubbed his cock between her ass. One of his hands stopping the **** on her breasts to wrap tightly around her waist.

"Ahh," Max gasped as she felt the tip of his cock slide against her moist pussy lips. She shook away the pleasure his touch was creating in her. She had a mission to accomplish, orders to follow, and being bent over a desk wasn't helping her accomplish her goals.

Taking Terry by surprise Max quickly spun around to face him. Not missing a beat he shot a wicked grin at her before lowering his head to kiss and lick his way across her collar bone. His hands grabbing her ass, pulling her closer to him.

"Hey..." Max gasped as Terry squeezed her ass hard, lifting her off her feet. Her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck to maintain balance. His cock dangerously pushing against her wet core. A slight shift of his or her hips and his throbbing cock would be inside of her.

"Aahhhfuck," Max let out a breathless moan. Feeling his cock twitch as it pushed against her fleshy folds. "Ohhhh," another moan escaped her lips as Terry finally thrust himself inside of her. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her arms tightening around his neck. Max let her head fall back as she felt his thick shaft move inside of her. "Ohhhgod."

"Thats right baby," Terry laughed and begun thrusting inside of her. Rachael had outdone herself this time. This girl was the hottest yet. He gently bit down on her neck, enjoying the feeling of her body shuddering under him. Leaning forward he pushed Max's ass against the corner of the desk.

"Ohh.. Ohh... ohh." Max panted. Her body bouncing on the corner of the desk. Her ass smacking against the hard wood with every thrust. She closed her eyes and gasped. Her arms and legs tightening around him as he began fucking her harder.

"OHHYeah," Terry growled, his fingers digging into her fleshly ass cheeks as he pushed his cock into her tight wet cunt. Punishing her pussy with his cock. "Fuckyeah!" he moaned. With every thrust Max softly cried out, her body squeezing him tighter and tighter.

Their bodies bounced together, slamming into each other. Filling the otherwise quiet study with their moans of pleasure. Terry moaned out as he felt his cock throb, he was so close. She felt so good around him, he could barely breathe.

"Yesss!" he yelled as he came. Max's body went tense as she felt his cock explode inside of her, filling her with his warm sticky load. His legs went weak causing him to lean against Max and the desk. He stood there for a moment, his cock going soft inside of Max as he he attempted to regain his breath. Max's legs and arms still wrapped tightly around him, almost making it difficult to breathe. "Want seconds already?" he joked at Max's unwillingness to let him go.

Max's only response was to squeeze tighter.

"Hey..." Terry gasped, "Let go," his hands pawed at Max's body trying to pull her off. But it was too late.

"Sorry,"Max whispered quietly as she squeezed him tighter.

"Guhck," Terry tried to call out for help, but only a gurgling whimper escaped his lips. Max tightened her grip once more, squeezing the last ounce of air out of his lungs. Terry struggled for a moment, before going limp.

Satisfied he wouldn't be bothering her any longer, Max released him, catching him before his body tumbled to the ground. She easily picked up the larger man and carried him to the sofa that sat on side of the Study. Laying him down gently, making it look he had just passed out. No one would expect a thing until tomorrow morning.

Max pulled the hidden disk out of garter belt and quickly inserted into the computer. Within moments the disk had worked its magic. Sliding the disk back into her belt she pulled down her dress. All she had to do now was get out.

Max looked back at the room, making sure everything seemed in place, before slowly leaving the study. She walked through the many hallways that made up the large mansion before coming to a halt as two security guards came through a door and blocked her way.

Shit, she thought to herself. She looked behind her only to see two more men approaching her from the rear.

"Miss?" one of the guards said, trying to get her attention.

"Is there something wrong?" Max asked out sweetly, wondering if they had some how figured her out, or if they wanted something else from her.

What do the guards want?

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