“Is that so,” Borsk rumbled in a low, intimate tone.  Still riding the assassin in long, steady strokes, he reached down to catch one of her swaying breasts and fondle it expertly.<br/><br/>His voice grew huskier.  “If you want, I’ll pull out.”<br/><br/>He stroked deep inside of her, rubbing his manhood over all her most secret spots.<br/><br/>“If you want, I’ll put my seed in your mouth instead of your womb.”<br/><br/>He slipped his hand from her breast to between her legs, where it teased her clit.<br/><br/>“If you want, prove it.  Don’t cum.”