Luca didn’t look at his Nichole as he caressed passion to life in her nude form.  He was taking far too much pleasure from the look on the assassin’s face as she teetered on the edge of surrender.  In response to her defiant words, he took her breasts in his hands and tugged on her nipples in time to Bor’s thrusts.  “Why do you suppose she betrayed her employers to attack us?” he whispered, lips grazing her ears.  “Do you suppose she took a contract to bring you back to your father?”<br/>Luca’s manhood was fully thick and straining once more.  He lifted Nichole onto it and pressed her slowly down the hard length of his shaft.<br/>“Do you suppose you are the cause of her suffering?”<br/>