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Soaking her suit, Natasha felt hot cream drip down her quivering legs; sinking into her boots. Collapsing over the back of the sofa, Natasha let the girl behind work out her anger on her ass, allowing Karli to wring out the last of her orgasm whilst churning her ground up innards.
Also deflating from her own orgasm, Yelena finally overcame the arousal that had taken over her senses; rushing to Natasha's aid as Sharon and Karli watched on:
"Sestra! Ty v poryadke??"
Nodding weakly, Natasha nuzzled up against the girl, seeking softness after her rough experience:
"Da..."
Tugging her strap-on away with a sickening squelch, Karli grinned as she was met by a rush of warm air; Natasha's scarred cheeks rippling to release all that pent up fury. Awkwardly cradling the redhead, Yelena scowled back at their manipulator; angry at herself for the part she had played in the Powerbroker's lustful scheme:
"Satisfied!?"
Nodding down at the angry girl, Sharon gleefully turned to her bodyguard:
"Well, I'd say these Widows have earnt themselves a ride Karli! Find my personal Quinjet! Let's fly Natasha and Yelena to their final destination..."
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