"Wonderful machine, isn't it, Rebecca?" the commandante says. "I see you enjoy it. Pity it seems to cut out just when you least want it to." He reaches over and turns the machine back on. The infernal hum begins again and Rebecca moans as the electronic stimulation resumes. Elsa, still purring, begins masturbating by pinching and pulling her clit.
As for the commadante, he begins taking off his clothes. His swarthy body is covered in hair and sweat. He is thin, almost scrawny, except that he has a pot-belly and a long, dark, stiff cock. Once naked, he comes round the table towards her head. Rebecca begins breathing faster as he approaches, and her blue eyes widen in horror as he hangs his cock in her face. A bead of pre-cum oozes out as the tip comes to rest against her quivering lip.
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