Sleeper Agent
Time: 29:59 minutes
Starring: Roxxy
This video features: strangle_garrote espionage postmortem_sex




Roxxxy and Christopher were the perfect couple, married now for 5 years, they had it all--nice apartment, good jobs, and total love for each other. Tonight, as they celebrate together with some wine and passionate love-making, Christopher's phone keeps ringing. Finally, when they are finished, Roxxxy encourages him to find out who is calling.

As he looks at the caller ID, his face turns grim. He moves away from her where he can call back more privately. Roxxxy settles into a book. The conversation he has is short, only consisting of a few words. Then, he opens a small drawer and pulls out leather gloves and a thin garrote--waiting in the same location for 5 years.

He puts the gloves on and with a cold expressionless face, calls to his beautiful wife. She gets up and walks towards him. She is a little confused, looking her her husband with gloves and a piece of thin rope. She thought maybe he was going to play a kinky new game with her. He tells her he loves her. She cracks an uncomfortable smile, and tells him the same. They say it to each other one more time

There is a moment of uncomfortable silence...he looks at her, she at him. He realized that the emotions he was feeling in that moment are far different from hers, with the lack of knowledge--she would only be able to think one thing.

Why...

He suddenly spins her around and wraps the garrote tightly around her neck. He yanks her back onto the loveseat and pulls tight. She bucks and kicks wildly, instantly knowing she was in the fight for her life--this was no game. He throttled his lovely wife, with the intent to kill her. She thrashed around in her beautiful back dress--a present he bought for her while they toured wine country last year in Napa. He pulled tighter--wanting it to just end. But, there was going to be no quick ending. They both worked out together daily, and she was strong--a good fighter. But, he was trained for this, though it had been years ago in the homeland. He would simply wait it out. She clawed and fought, digging her heels into the carpet, letting her legs fly up and back down. After a while, she did get weak and she started to accept.

He pulled the garrote and she spasmed and quivered, not as intensely, trying to grab the cord, but not with any intensity. Her muscles were quivering, her pussy well exposed as her whole body shook in dying spasms and gyrations. Slower and slower she become. The garrote, digging tight into her neck, her tongue sticking out, and eyes wide. Saliva starting dripping from her agape mouth.

Finally, she was still--he had murdered his wife--his lover. He let her slid down to the carpet. As he got up, he admired her long tan legs and the black dress that still covered her, emphasizing her shapely curves. He wanted to keep the dress, so he stripped it off her. Then he laid out some plastic and placed her in it.

He called his superiors. For over 5 years he was a sleeper agent. Meeting Roxxxy was the best thing in his life and for 5 years, he almost forgot what he was. Now he was activated and nothing could get in his way, not even someone he loved dearly. It was all part of the original instructions---she would have to be eliminated when the call came, then he would disappear. Now, as he prepared to carry out the other half of his mission, he looked at her. He wrapped her in the plastic, leaving her face exposed. He decided he wanted one last moment with her. He lifted up her plastic covered legs and poked a hole so that he could fuck her one more time. When he was done, he dragged her away for disposal.