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>The grinding and pumping continued. Beads of sweat formed on Bane's smooth skin, and he tasted the salt of them as they slid down her breasts and into his sucking mouth.
>Bane began grunting, then moaning, then crying out, her voice so loud and intense that a bird flying alongside the window exploded.
>"Oh God!" CIA shouted, a wet breast smacking into his lips. Though his loins were aching from their ceaseless abuse by these sluts, Bane's ferocity had ignited him, and he felt an orgasm rising from the wreckage of his balls, more intense and powerful then any of the others. He could feel the mighty walls of Bane's vagina quivering, shuddering against his penis in soft, smooth, and wet twitches. She was a dam about to burst.
>"Oh, Bane!" He shouted hoarsely.
>"INITIATE ME WITH YOUR SEED, MY LITTLE GUY!" Bane shouted, as much a plea as a command. "DISCHARGE YOUR HOTHEAD INTO MY WOMANHOOD!"
>"Bane…Bane, I…love you!" CIA said. He hadn't know what made him say it, except perhaps the cosmos itself, which had forged the two of them as perfect compliments even before the vast explosion which created this universe.
>Bane's dark eyes widened in shock, and she ripped off her mask, revealing her full pouting lips. She jammed her mask over his mouth, filling his lungs with the powerful numbing narcotic. He inhaled, and a moment later her tongue was in his mouth, sucking out the gas from his lungs and breathing it back in, their tongues sliding against each other even as Bane continued to ride him.
>The glorious moment lasted a too short eternity, until the powerful intensity in their loins overpowered them. Bane stopped thrusting and attached her mask in a fluid motion. She began grinding, rearing back and arching her breasts out. The sight was too much to bear, and he felt the mightiest fire rising.
>"OH GOD THAT'S A BIG ORGASM COMING!" CIA yelled.
>"FORRRRR YOUUUUU!" Bane yelled.
>His Hothead erupted like a geyser, pulsing fluid he didn't know he had as his heart pounded in his chest, desperate to get blood to his engorged member.
>Bane was screaming at the top of her lungs so powerfully that the back of plane blasted off. Her vagina clenched and released with such suction he thought everything in his body was going to be pulled into her womb.
>The world became a narrow tunnel in darkness, where there was only him and his beautiful and powerful Big Girl. He realized nothing else mattered - not the Agent C, not even the shrieks of the other women as the wind howled through their destroyed plans. He had found his master plan.
>. . .
>CIA looked at his son. He was tall like his mother, his mask tight on his face, his muscles already showing.
>His daughter was more like him, standing in the garden with her hands on her hips, watching as his youngest drove up in his little jeep.
>The screen door opened with a whine and his wife stepped out onto the porch, a tray in her hand.
>"YOU WANT SOME ICED TEA?"
>"Yeah, thanks hun," CIA said, grabbing one of the glasses and taking a sip. He gave his Big Girl a dutiful peck on the mask as a sign of gratitude. He put his arm around her waist and looked out on the setting sun.
>Life was good. He smiled to himself. It had been a decade since that flight, and it had been the best thing he had ever done. The masketta woman was a prize, after all.