"You came back early." Smiling up at him, she is truly elated to see him.
"Yeah. You busy or you got a minute?" Playing in her hair, Troy returns a fond grin of his own.
"You wanna stay with me while I work on the bullet?"
"Yeah, that's straight. C'mon." Slapping her behind, he grabs her hand as they head to the very back where her work station is located.
"So what you figure out, brainiac?" Teasing her, Troy watches her playfully roll her eyes as she puts on her gloves and goggles.
"Weeelll, whoever made this is a genius! The actual bullet casing is steel, so super strong, but it's infused with silver nitrate. That allows it to do something I've never seen before, as it pierces the flesh it poisons the areas that it rips open, so it poisons in layers not just one spot. Then at impact the glass casing of the UV serum shatters, also piercing the flesh, and disperses the UV toxin throughout the body. But good news is its pseudo UV. Just harnessed fluorescent light drawn up and injected into the bullet, so Winter's blood put into a special herbal tincture should counteract this; if caught quick enough."
"Can you translate that shit to English, mama?!" Chuckling, he watches her shake her head and giggle.
"Gosh Troy Emile Blackwell! It's not even complicated!"
"Well, Marissa Jilan Thomas, I don't do science! Just like you wouldn't be able to understand my tactical shit!"
"Ohhh, if you can understand it, I DEFINITELY can!" Giggling wildly, she snorts as her face turns red.
"You think so, smart ass?!" He chuckles and asks as he walks closer to her end of the lab table.
"Stop, Troy! Nooooo! Not at work!" Laughing hardily, she removes her gloves and goggles as he stares at her alluringly.
"Please?" Batting his long blonde-brown eyelashes it's like the little fans waft a pheromone through Marissa's nostrils.
Watching her pupils dilate and her breathing increase. Troy knows he got her where he wants her. Rushing towards each other he grabs her up as he slides his hands under her dress. Tearing her lace panties at the thin seam, Troy works her dress up with one hand and unzips his jeans with the other as Marissa uses her muscular thighs to grip his waist and her arms are draped around his strong neck. As everything happens in a heated blur, Marissa is seated on the lab table with Troy deep inside of her, standing between her trembling thighs.
"Mmm, fuck!"
"You missed it, mama?" Troy moans and kisses up her ear slowly.
"God, yes! Ahh, I missed you sooo much Troy!" Pulling his body closer to hers, she puts her hands under his shirt.
As if their minds are in sync, they both begin tugging off her sweater dress to allow her sweltering skin to rest against his cool smooth skin. Once the sweater is displaced to the floor, Troy destroys her lacy white bra; just the same way he did the matching panties.
"Troy!"
"Hush spoiled ass, I'll replace it!" Laughing at her scowling face, he purposely digs deeper causing her to cry out a loud satisfied moan.
"Mmmm, fuuuuuck me!" Tossing her head back, she closes her eyes and focuses on the feeling of his hard body quaking thrusts. His width squeezing past her impossibly tight walls. Her clit rubs against his pelvis. His cool breath breezes against her nipples as he kisses up her chest. Troy's large soft hands caress her supple prickled skin. As he leaves goosebumps and tingly sensations of the aftermath from their skin to skin contact. Her loud moans and deafening chant of Troy's name sings his praises. Her wetness makes an absolute theme song to their intense love making. His grunts and soft moans of her name count as his addition to the raunchy soundtrack. Their bodies move like a well calibrated machine. Swiveling his hips, Troy's dick hits Marissa's favorite spot over and over. Cursing loudly, Troy groans as the thick tip of his dick suctions deeper into Marissa's strangling walls.