As Katerina wandered the ocean shoreline she wondered if she would ever see her Dominich again. Even in the ocean breeze and the sun rising out of the ocean to promise a new day, her mind went back to that terrifying night when Dominich was captured by Il Banditos, the all powerful cartel who wanted him dead. She remembers him falling off Sandy, his golden Mare after taking a bullet in the back. Il Bandito's soldiers spirited him away as Sandy made her escape with Katerina holding on for dear life. Faster and faster she went like a bolt of lightning. Nothing on legs was as fast as Sandy. Il Bandito gave up the chase purely out of embarrassment. Sandy deposited Katerina back at their seaside bungalow and took off again with a clear purpose. As Katerina gazed forlorn out at the sea she felt a faint drumbeat underfoot. Looking down the beach she couldn't believe her eyes. As the faint golden dot got closer it was like the sun coming over the horizon. It was Sandy and she had Dominich clinging to her back as she flew down the shoreline like a rocket. She knew nothing could keep Sandy from Dominich. There was not a force powerful enough in the universe that could crush her resolve. And as they got closer you could see the victory in Sandy's golden eyes, now alive with purpose. A tanned, muscular arm swung down and gently scooped Katerina up onto Sandy's back. Now her mission complete, Sandy's pace slowed to an even canter, rocking the two reunited lovers on her back in a gentle rhythm as they were drawn back into each others souls with a long passionate kiss. Now, thanks to Sandy, Dominich's loyal golden Mare, they were safe at last from Il Bandito. As Sandy gently rocked them on her back towards their seaside bungalow, she could feel the warmth of Dominich's blood as it trickled down her side. She could tell it was slowing and she felt better now that they were arriving at the safety of the bungalow. Surely, Katerina would cleanse and dress his wound so they could fight Il Bandito again. Sandy hated Il Bandito as much as Dominich. Dominich had rescued her from a life of abuse and hard labor on an Il Bandito ranch. It was because of this that Il Bandito wanted nothing more than the death of Sandy and Dominich as revenge. Dominich and Sandy were determined to free the rest of the horses and dogs on Il Bandito's meth ranch. As Katerina tended to Dominich's wound, Sandy took a well deserved rest looking out to the sea and remembering a happier time when it was runs on the beach and lazy days under the palm trees. Katerina would always fix Sandy a special lunch of hay and mangoes. Inside the bungalow, Katerina was now laying next to Dominich and could feel his chest rise and fall with each breath. His rough and calloused hand gently followed her curves as he whispered in her ear," my bella Katerina, I knew Sandy would get me back to you." His lips gently caressed her earlobes and then ran down the side of her neck with each tiny kiss sending a current of excitement down her spine. As Dominich slowly removed her blouse she ran her fingers through his thick black hair. "Oh Dominich, you are making it hard to resist your love". As she slid her hand over his firm and sculptured chest she could feel his heart beat faster. Her hand was now feeling each tense abdominal muscle and the throbbing of the blood rushing through his veins was like the rhythm of a bass drum beating faster and faster. She could feel her own heartbeat increase as her desire rose. As Dominich's rough hand gently caressed her firm breasts she felt her nipples tingle as they reached for Dominich's tongue, now carefully circling each one as it rose. Her hand slid down the front of her lover's body, under the waist of his pants and she felt the pulse of the desire he had for her. As her lacy panties slid off her feet she could almost feel their hearts beating faster now to the same rhythm. Her desire was now peaking and she felt her whole body tingle as she climbed on top of Dominich. Pressed tightly against him she could feel his love throb in anticipation. Electricity jolted through her body as Dominich entered her slowly, rocking her body as it tingled with pleasure. A pleasure that increased as it seemed her body formed tightly around Dominich's now rock hard love. As they became one she felt the warmth of the tingles as they traveled up her spine and slowly to each extremity. As all these delicious sensations slowly increased to where she could barely hold back any longer, she looked into Dominich's deep blue eyes and saw a small tear form at the corner. She realized that after all the pain, loneliness and evil in the world, all he needed was the pure, sweet love of his Bella Katerina to make it better. As the lovers lay entwined enjoying the afterglow, Sandy was intently watching a small vessel on the horizon that was steadily approaching. As it got closer she could make out the gun turrets on the front of the boat and knew it was Il Bandito's men coming to exact revenge. Sandy alerted Dominich and Katerina with a loud whinney. As Dominich rushed out of the bungalow Il Bandito's thugs unleashed a barrage of machine gun fire hitting the beach just in front of them. Sandy grabbed Dominich by the collar and yanked him back. Sandy ALWAYS knew before Dominich what was coming next. As Dominich hit the sand next to Sandy, a burst of flame shot out of the bungalow from a rocket propelled grenade that hit the front of Il Bandito's boat with a spectacular explosion! Katerina was standing in the doorway with the smoking launcher, waving it at the now sinking ship, yelling, "Suck on that scumbags"! "You want to come at me, you come heavy or not at all, pussies"! Dominich looked at Sandy and and wondered how she knew Katerina had a rocket launcher and was about to use it. Sandy B. thought to herself: "it's her time silly".
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