EPISODE 04: Operation Mile High Club 09

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Baram jumped onto Ana Castilho’s lap. Legs spread open to either side, making sure she couldn’t run away. A symbolic gesture. Thirty thousand feet over the sea, the president of a rogue nation and a spy were locked in battle of sexual supremacy and there was no escape.

It was no longer a matter of politics nor duty. It was simply pride.

First, their lips clashed. Tongues wrestled. Thrusting deep to test each other’s defenses. Baram was already hot from her recent battles, but even then she could feel the heat emanating from Ana. Her entire body was spooling up for absolute physical domination.

Even as their bodies pressed into each other in the confines of the seat, with their lips locked in a frenzied long kiss, their hands fought a battle of their own. Moves and counter moves as they pushed, pulled and caressed each other’s bodies.

But the odds were stacked against Baram, who was already in her underwear and struggled to remove the top-most layers of clothing from her opponent. Meanwhile the president had free rein over hers and she made sure to pushed the advantage, sliding her fingers right under Baram’s bra and panties to reach at sensitive skin.

Their foreplay was intense and passionate, and the fact that the president took on the challenge straight on was both a turn on and hit on Baram’s confidence. Why did she think it would be easier?

Baram’s mind slipped. Her heart fluttering with conflicting emotions. A mix of excitement and fear as she gazed into the president’s caramel brown eyes, breathing in her warm scent, melting in between those strong arms that wrapped around under her hips.

Then it happened. As the president pushed a pair of fingers into Baram’s dripping pussy, Baram arched her back, body tensing up at a sudden spike of pleasure running up her spine and was unable to contain a loud girly moan.

This alone was a sign of weakness. A sign that her opponent was waiting for.

“Wet for me little girl? Let me show you how we do it in my country.” said Ana, her lips turning into a wide grin.

For a second, Baram found herself losing touch with the seat and as she squealed and glanced down, she saw with panicking eyes how the president had lifted her from her lap with one hand jammed up her crotch and one arm wrapped under her thigh.

With one powerful move Ana had flipped the agent over onto the table. Face down, legs splayed and pussy served up, warmed up and wet for the president.

(To be continued.)

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