Natasha's body fills with pleasure as the man enters her, his sizeable cock reaching areas Natasha hasn't been able to reach by herself. Finally, her vision goes white as she's rocked by an orgasm. The sleazy rearcher takes the opportunity to get up, and cums into her mouth while she's distracted, the taste salty but not unpleasant. "Damn," Savra chuckles as he zips up his pants, "I didn't do a thing. My plan was to make you like Fatima, remember?" He grins. "That was all you - your lust."
Sonya stirs, and wakes. "Ugh... What happened?" Savra moves, helping her up as though he didn't just pistol whip the blonde. "You were attacked - a monster we didn't spot until too late. It broke my hand as well. Luckily Natasha killed it." Savra looks at the soldier. "Right, Natasha?"