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I had seen her, and suddenly there was no Civil War in Spain or somewhere else. I was heading from Marseille to Algiers aboard a ferry for company, and amongst the many businessmen and immigrants in the deck of our ferry, she stood as a different sort of human being. Dressed in a black dress and her red cherry shoes, her long brown hair fell over her shoulders. She was watching Marseilles as we were leaving it. Even the
most devoted priest would look at that wonderful body with desire. I enjoyed her sight like the one of a masterpiece in a museum.

I needed that gorgeous sight. I had to leave my country. The anarchists had wanted me shot, so I escaped. My family wasn’t so lucky. The fascist bombers attacked the train where they were traveling, killing them all. I hadn’t had time to mourn them, being on the run as I was. A friend of mine worked in Algiers and had offered me a job and a chance to begin again miles away from home.

I was thinking about it when the lady in black came to me asking for a cigarette. I gave her one and started talking. Her name was Berenice, and her French had a curious Eastern accent. She had also left her country because things were heating up there, and was escaping to Algiers. I explained my story, and she held my hand when I talked about my family. I felt electricity at the touch of her soft skin.

As we were chatting, I noticed a passenger looking at us. The scar in his face made him look like a cheap movie gangster. He looked at her with hatred.

I told Berenice to meet again later for a drink at the bar. As she said ok I left for my chamber. I read the journal: the Spanish republic made a daring attack crossing the Ebro river, and Germany was still searching for an spy: the Fox. A girl who had stolen secrets from the German General Staff after seducing a colonel who worked there.

I prepared for my appointment with Berenice and walked to the main deck to get some air. It was dark night already, and I enjoyed the air when I heard someone scream. I run there, and found the scarface man holding Berenice and yelling at her in German. I just understood the word “Elbe” in that rant.

Sawing Berenice in danger, I felt so out of myself. I ran towards them. I pushed him so he could leave her alone, then I landed a right jab to his jaw that made him lose his balance and fell overboard. His body made a splash when he fell on the water, yet didn’t see him coming out. I probably killed someone, but didn’t care because my thoughts were on Berenice, who had passed out due to that man’s violence.

She came to her senses again. I asked where her chamber was and brought her there. Part of the dress was broken, and saw her sensual white bra that covered what looked like a wonderful breast. I laid her on her bed and covered her. She was better now and thanked me for protecting her from that evil man. I said that was the least I could do for her.

I told her if she needed a drink and went to the bar, leaving her on the bed. While I was leaving I couldn’t help noticing a picture of her with an older man with a German uniform. I couldn’t help but wonder who he was. I came back with a glass of wine. She was still laying in the bed, all covered in the bed sheets. Berenice drank it, and when I told her that I had to leave, she told me to stay. To make her point, she took the sheets of the bed that covered her, showing her naked body. I felt shocked, but was more when she started to kiss me.

I laid on the bed. My lips on her lips. And my hands caressing her breasts. Her lips went lower and she began unbuttoning my shirt. Her kisses in my chest turned me on. A bulge was forming in my trousers, which she took care later, when she unzipped them and set my dick free. She teased me with the tip of her tongue and then swallowed it. The way she sucked me was very pleasant. They way a woman would do to please you and let all your secrets away. And that way I realized that she was the Fox, the spy chased by the Germans. But I didn’t care. There was no war, the world wouldn’t burst into flames as long as her lips were on my penis.

She stopped when I was wet enough, and begun placing my dick in her pussy. When it was all in she kissed me and begun to ride me. Those lips of a spy, the lips that were used to lie and cheat, met mine. Our tongues played a hide and seek game in our mouths. My hand grabbed her big breasts. Caressing her hard nipples. I felt every push from her, how deep I was inside her. And felt her tremble, how was shaking when her moans told me she was having an orgasm. I was so close of cumming, yet she took my dick off and started wanking while kissing me. So fast, that a first shot erupted and my belly was full of my sperm.

I kept kissing her, but she told me she wanted to drink and brought our cups. We kept kissing, my cock didn’t go soft so easily, and her lips began to surround it again. She was sucking, yet I felt sleepy. And I ended u loading in her mouth before feeling unconscious.

I woke up when a cleaning maid knocked at the door and told me we had docked in Algiers two hours ago. The room was empty. The spy left, leaving no trace of her in the room except a note, wishing me the best of all luck. But I already had the luck of enjoying her body. Ç’est la vie…

NSFW: yes

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