“I want to blow my load all over your tits!” he moaned as he withdrew his cock from her mouth.
Without opening her eyes, Sarah removed her shirt with little hesitation, taking the bra with it. She leaned her head back and pushed up her chest towards Shwarts. He was stroking his dick with his hand, but it wasn’t enough for him. Seeing her big tits, the nipples standing up like cones sparked an idea in his head. He bent in and placed his shaft between the two large globes. Sarah reacted by putting her hands on them and pushing them together. He began to thrust into the glove that was formed; the head of his cock popped out the top with ever push. Shwarts placed his hands on her shoulders to balance himself. Sarah lowered her head, allowing the top of his cock to enter her wet mouth when he pushed it in.
The General didn’t take long, fucking the young girl’s big firm titties was all he needed to push him over the edge. Sperm burst from the head of his dick like a volcanic eruption. He continued to tit-fuck Sarah as spurts of cum coated her tits and chin. When she thought he was done, he forced his prick into her mouth and unloaded the last drops of his juice. He stepped back from her, gasping for air, when the ecstatic look on his face turned to a frightening look of agony. Shwarts grasped his chest, his mouth became contorted and he collapsed to the floor. “Oh god, my heart, I think I’m having a heart attack,” he groaned.
The first thing Sarah did was clean herself up, then she restored his pants to their proper place, around his waist. Shwarts was still alive when she left the room to seek help, but when she returned with a couple soldiers, he was dead.
Less than an hour later Sarah was in a private meeting with Turner. He had saw the red mark on her arm and wanted to know what happened.
“He attacked me,” Sarah said in her defense.
“I am so sorry Sarah, I really had no idea that Shwarts was that mad. Please don’t blame yourself for his untimely passing, he had a history of heart problems,” Turner said in hopes of soothing the girl.
Turner had his doubts in Sarah and for a second even contemplated pulling the plug on the project. But, then he remembered the pencil pushers at the NSA and their quest to pin the problems on him. “You may go now, try to get some sleep, tomorrow morning we will wake you. The meeting with Brucks is very important and must go smoothly.”
Sarah returned to her room, not feeling bad for Shwarts at all. The only thing she felt was the urgent need to release some tension. While she had sucked off the General, it hadn’t done anything but make her horny as hell. Sarah retrieved her backpack of personal possessions and fished around inside. She withdrew her silver bullet vibrator.
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