A form you've seen, in pictures perhaps, but largely in your dreams. She walks, smiling, directly towards you. Her tight, short, black dress clings ...o her form, like caressing hands, the silk riding across her thighs and playing peek-a-boo with the hems of her stockings. You do your best to hide those predatory eyes with a look of charming indifference, and prepare to introduce yourself. Instead of your outstretched palm meeting hers, she pulls you into an embrace, pressing her hips. "How's the fleet coming? Is there something wrong?" "The fleet is great, Sugar," she replied, "but we do seem to have a bit of a glitch." I arched an eyebrow and waited for her to go on. "As you know, we have divided the fleet into task forces," I nodded. "Well, I will be commanding Battle Group Alpha, and Darius Edmunds has graciously consented to head Battle Group Charlie, but the problem is we don't have a seasoned enough officer to command Battle Group Bravo." "So, what will. At the last moment, Ryan pulled his cock from her mouth and Inaraa extended her tongue, mouth open, showing him exactly where she wanted him to shoot his load. With a shudder and another growl, Ryan shot jet after jet of hot cum on Inaraa’s tongue and into her mouth. In moments it was dribbling from the corners of her mouth and down her neck to pool between her breasts. She gave him a smile around a mouth full of cum then sucked the last few drops from his cock before swallowing and wiping. "That signaled the end of the meal and of the discussion so Nil and his women took their leave and returned to their quarters. As they were heading to their room, Jarrah poked her head out of her room and gestured for Nil to join her."What do you need, Jar?" he asked as he walked into her room. Without saying anything she pushed him down into the lone chair and sat on his lap."You know I love you," she began."Of course..." But I don't want to be one of your women," she interjected before he.