Forbidden Heat

Angela wrapped her tongue around Lucien’s cock as he fucked her mouth fast and hard while pumping her large breasts together to grind against his cock. She could feel his hotness in between her breasts and deep into her mouth. She wanted to feel his load inside her mouth so much and then hopefully after, deep in between her legs. She gets turned on at just the sight of Lucien and now her pussy is already dripping wet.

Lucien was enjoying himself decently and could see that Angela was ecstatic to be able to serve him. He put his body on autopilot in sex-mode as his body continued to fuck Angela’s tits and mouth. However, his mind was now on the same dream that has been haunting him more frequently lately…

***9 years ago***

“We were too late. He’s dead,” a monotonous voice reported through the phone void of any emotions.

Lucien hung up at once, his face dark with anger and sorrow.

My undercover agents have just confirmed the death of my mentor…he was also my best friend. Shit. I thought we evaded the main house and have kept our relationship a secret for years but apparently, I was wrong, very wrong. I haven’t met him in years and have kept in touch using secretive methods of communication, but it proved not to be enough.

Opening the small secret door in my bedroom, I accessed my safe. I thought back on the last time I met my dear friend around 4 years ago before this all started for real.

safe and to make sure we consider all possibilities. You know, I’m just saying…it probably won’t happen but…if it does,” my friend started

to steady his nerves before facing me straight

promise me that you will protect what is inside this envelop,” He said getting right to the point while handing me a black envelop. The envelop was

asked him the most natural question to ask

it and you will find out. If I don’t die, you must never open it and no one will ever find out what is inside. Simple. Can you promise me, Lucien?” he asked me once more with dead seriousness in his eyes. If

promise,” I replied sticking out

we parted

and as promised, I will open and protect whatever was

and there was the black envelop just as I had left it in here 4 years ago. Once more, I now held the envelop in my hands; however, unlike before the envelop felt heavy like an inescapable burden, a debt and the

envelop that needed protection. But judging from the identity of the owner’s, it would probably be some innovative research information, some formulae or some code. To what purpose, I wasn’t

out the content. Talk about a moment