Allura Slye is a professional h*t woman and she has just received an encrypted file with the details of her next mark. Locating him in the b*r of the hotel where he is staying, she seduces him, slips a in his drink before suggesting they take things upstairs to his room.

They enter and she instructs him to meet her in the bedroom as she slips into something a l*ttle more "appropriate". As she slips into her catsuit, she hears the tell tale thump as he collapses on the bed. With her weapon aimed and ready, she takes aim at his head. But, before she pulls the trigger, she decides a h*t like this is far too easy. She wants a challenge!

She slips the piece under the pillow and slaps him awake. He winces and comes to realize the situation he has unwittingly found himself in. They roll back and forth as she maneuvers to keep him from escaping. He gasps for air as she maneuvers for br*tal ch*kes.

With all his energy, he manages to shove Allura to the side but cannot gather the strength to escape. He lies on the bed, spent and exhausted.

Just then, Allura jumps back on the bed and straddles his hips. She slowly unzips her catsuit revealing her perfect breasts. She grabs the man’s hands and places them on her chest. She leaves him to grope. “Feels nice, huh,” she teases? When he moans his satisfaction, she knocks his hands away, grabs the back of his head and brings him up and into her boobs, sm*thering him between her ample breasts.

He bucks wildly but he is too weak to put up any substantial resistance and Allura easily holds him in place until he crumples back down again. She muses aloud she thought she would get a l*ttle bit more of a fight. As he stirs, she moves from straddling his hips to his neck and drops down hard, c*nt ch*king him! His windpipe is crushed and the air is no longer making it to his lungs. He succumbs to the deprivation and again ceases all movement.

She checks his pulse. It’s weak, but still noticeable and still signaling his refusal to end. She decides it’s time to bring the fun to a close and spins around and sm*thers him with her *ss. A few twitches, a few sporadic j*rks of the legs and he is no longer moving. She checks his pulse again. Nothing.

Job done, Allura zips up her catsuit, climbs off the inanimate body, collects her weapon and leaves.

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