Beaver Jones was walking slowly towards the bank of the river Minge. She was a tall blonde assassin. With red lipstick, a fur coat, and a killer smile to die for. The people saw her as public enemy number 1. Her juices flowed from the de-industrialisation penis, swollen with the heady gains of a capitalist sweat-gland. It was a powerful symbol of the Soviet non-struggle for non-independence. She wanted to be seen as a sexy, horny spy. A dirty, double-dealing minx. This was her secret weapon; a pneumatic pussy. That was why she had wiped out more secret agents than Smooth-clit Carleen, the former MI5 agent. She liked licking a wet foreskin, while her pussy got hot as a pepper, and then she got very wet, and stuffed FBI meat and two vege throbbing, into her cavern of deceit and intrigue. But what she really enjoyed was a good facial, from a cock of incredible stiffness, or a cream-pie from the sperm-sack of an important Soviet official and spy, like Nuts Fingers Dildo.
Nut Fingers Dildo was by all means a mean looking spy, with a thick black moustache, and yet beneath that hard exterior, he had the heart of a lion, and the cunning mind of a fox. The speed of a cheetah. And the dick of a donkey.
He was tall, strong, magnetic and magnificent. When they got together, two spies in a pod, fireworks exploded across the eastern sky.
She thought of the last time they had met…
She started licking her lips, and then let his wandering fingers run up her skirt, edging ever closer to her gaper. Her gaper got moister and moister. His thoughts turned to tonguing her wonderful espionage wet pussy. She smelt delicious, and the feel of her lips was like a velvet rainbow.
"Kiss me, Nuts Fingers Dildo," she murmured whilst licking softly up his chest. He was masturbating her slowly, she was groaning and groping his dick while he was wanking her clit, and she bent over and started sucking his oscillating jossilating testicles. Her titties began bouncing this way and that way while she was giving head. Nuts thought "this is better than choking the rooster back in my army barracks, with fantasies of cunnilingus running through my lonely head. My pathetic, sad, lonely head. Oh woe is me, this heartbroken spy, this spinster of the Russian Secret Army."
Through these sad thoughts, his woeful hard-on began to wither. Wither and die like a tiny flower. Really, it was totally flat, like a wilted daffodil. A pressed daffodil in a book of pressed flowers for Children in Need. A sad, flat, useless specimen. Poor Nuts.
Beaver stopped lapping the end of his dick and looked deep into his soulful Russian eyes. Beneath her magnificent jugs, her heart skipped a beat. "How about some of my delicious fanny-juices, pussy ejaculation, wet dripping excited cunt, my darling? That should put the lead back in your wilted pencil".
"I have a great propensity for tickling your pussy, stimulating it with my expertly teasing tongue".
Her nipples were not inverted. In fact, they were sticking out like coat-pegs. Like missiles on the Russian Steppes. Like thimbles on a washerwoman's thumbs. And so on. No longer was Nuts' prick floppy, as he suckled gently on her love-juices. Boing boing bing bong bang!
"My hard-on is back," he cried. Reaching out from my pube jungle toward the rich forest of your piss-flaps. Fancy a bit of slap and tickle, my lovely?"
He began prodding her with his erect tool, rubbing it pleasurably inside her, almost spunking within seconds.
Suddenly, an investigative journalist walked past the copulating couple. He was working for the other side. The dirty Belgians. "Quick!" shouted Beaver. "Put away your wonderful, throbbing, thick, pulsating, hard, spectacular, delicious, multi-tasking wiener! We must fight this intruder! He is non other than Helmet Phlegm; he is a good-for-nothing, kissing flange bunholer with knockers like rancid melons. He works for the Danish underground. They are all fudgetunnellers. Kill him NOW! Or my quim will be in danger"
Nuts did not want her quim to be in danger. Or her chewy vulva. Or her outer-flaps. Or her tasty pink inner lips. Etc.
