Mary rolled her hips, awkwardly fucking me back; the pitch of her moans went up an octave. “It happens all too often.”
“You’ve never felt this tense after one of their attacks.”
“I was helpless,” I admitted. Xxnx “But if this is the Patriots, we have the chance to obliterate them!”
“So a joint operation?” Desiree asked. “With all my powers, there was absolutely nothing I could do. Good luck.”
“Thank you, Raider 3.”
Ten years of flying planes, training in simulators, and I never thought I’d actually have to worry about gremlins ripping my plane apart. The moment we entered our suite, Mary turned and kissed me with passion, her tongue eagerly probing my mouth. Every time a silver bullet struck one of the smokey aerials whatever force animated their vapors let go, and a small cloud of black would zoom away from the plane.
