The Marshal is used to cream his pie ...

Vanessa feels the warm geyser brust deep inside of her with horror.

Why did she had to stop taking the pill?
Is it a safe day?
The questions flash in her brain all together like in a blender.
But it's the istinct taking over rather then her rational side...

Her body betrays her again, triggering a chain of orgasm that synch with the man spurts, quickly leaving her heaving and spasming.

Bisaglia keeps thurusting steadily and soon his cum starts trikling back down.

Even if Vanessa isn't exactly conscious, the sloppy seconds work like a balm for her sore pussy that finally loosen up.

The man surely doesn't seem to mind swashing into her warm puddle and takes his time, withdrawing from her only when his cock has become completely limp.

With a huge grin of satisfaction, he wipes it against the skin of her thigh, as thick white globs starts oozing out of the young girl trampled flower.

"Well, that's has been the start of a wonderful friendship." Vanessa rembers hearing before passing out.

"You really had to cum inside, Marcello? You think it was a smart move? Hisses the Captain fixing his hair in front of the mirror of the living room.

"What's the problem?" Grunts the Marshal with a tone of disappointment.

The girl's fridge is empy.

"The problem is ... i don't know, what if she gets pregnant?"

"Relax, Corrado ... You know kids nowdays, surely she is on the pill."

"Listen, i admit i shouldn't have, but Francesca has been training me to do it for months now ..."

"Well, that's doesn't sound half as bad as you think." Grins Randelli as he join the Marshal, still busy looking for food in the kitchen.

"It does, trust me. This whole thing of the scheduled sex to conceive is driving me nuts .. Nuts, i told you!"

"Hmm still nothing, then."

"Yeah ... And you know the irony? It's not even my fault!" Snorts the stocky man while biting a stale rice cake.

"You got the results of you sperm count? What does it say?"

"It's over 9000!" Replies the man dropping the rice cake with a disgusted face.

"The doctor said my tapoles are healty and lively. She said that it is like super-concentrated, a drop would be enough to knock up the whole convent of Santa Maria."

"Wha ... and you still decided to cum inside that girl? Fuck, Marcello, you're an idiot." Snaps the Captain rushing back upstairs.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Vanessa is still ****, face down on the bed.
Randelli proceeds to filp her over, while Bisaglia joins him out of his breath.

"W-what are you doing? We have to leave, or we really risk her boyfriend to catch us."

"He's not coming ... It was a bluff, you idiot!" Replies the man adjusting Vanessa position on the bed like she's a ragdoll and gesturing the Marshal to lower the tone of his voice.

When he's satisfied he draws back and extracts his phone.

"This will be our insurance. No woman on earth would ever want a photo like this to get around." He says taking a series of snapshots and then showing them to the Marshal.

On the phone screen, the girl seems to be obscenely scooping cum out of her pussy with an hand while caressing her breast with the other one.
Her body and hair looks filthy with sweat and clotted spunk, and her closed eyes give the impression she's actually getting off with it.

"We can leave now." He adds smugly.