The armored vehicle rumbled to life as Lisa took the wheel, her hands steady, her focus sharp.
The fortress gates loomed ahead, their massive iron bars sliding open with a metallic groan. Beyond them, the world outside had transformed.
A perimeter had been established—neat rows of tents and temporary wooden houses lined the area, their structures sturdy and orderly.
The male soldiers stationed outside stood at attention, their postures rigid, their eyes fixed on the ground as we passed. They knew better than to meet my gaze.
Lisa kept her focus on the road, her grip tight on the wheel, while I leaned back in the seat, Angela settled in my lap. My fingers traced lazy circles through her hair, my other hand gently squeezing her tits, feeling the weight of them in my palm. She leaned into my touch, her breath soft and steady, her body relaxed against mine.
