Amazing! Glad you posted in the end! That poor maid seems to be used to duck Bunker activitiesPart four
He laid Alicky face down over the pillow on the desk, still inside her and thrust into her. She was so wet he penetrated her to the hilt. He fucked her until she cried with ecstacy and opened her legs wider apart for more access, her face suffused with heat buried in the pillow. He ripped the front of her dress open and stroked her freed breasts and nipples as she cried out with her eyes closed.
Her rump enjoying his thrusts was coming in a flood of orgasm. She whimpered as he seemed to get bigger and pushed her legs still wider apart and slid a finger inside her and stroked as he thrust and thrust into her as she climaxed and he released his cool soft flood. Alicky collapsed on her front on the warm pillow and felt her insides throb with aftershock, her legs shaking.
He collapsed on top of her, panting, and their arms and fingers entwined. She loved his heavy weight on her back and felt she could lie like that forever and never move. Presently they stirred and got up and tidied themselves.
Alicky found herself sitting on his muscular legs and laying on his chest in the Presidents chair, both fully dressed and their fingers entwined. He then poured her a cup of strong coffee and they dipped in silence, Alicky caressing his fingers that were resting on her thigh.
‘You’re a bad, bad girl Alicky, aren’t you?’ he eventually murmured in his asmr voice, his eyes half closed and languid with that amused smile she loved. He bit his lower lip. ‘You like me and I like you. I know there’s also a soldier in the compound who likes you’. He hesistated, looking into her eyes and purred ‘He wants to have a go on you, in fact we both do - what do you think? I’d like to try other things with you’. As she gasped in shock he raised his eyebrows in amusement and winked. ‘Tomorrow it is then, that is decided’
Alicky felt her mouth immediately go dry and her insides leap, and knickers grow ever damper, mingled with her wetness and his juice, her fingertips meditatively stroking the buttons on her ripped dress, aching deep inside where he had been.
THE END
Also, I think we've cracked who one of the voters is Or maybe I got it wrong, and the soldier in question is not Max?
HIS HAIR IS SO FLUFFY I'M GONNA DIE!!!!