A minute later, a voice but no visual came through my comm.“In exactly twenty-seven minutes, the killer satellites in your quadrant will be shut dow... for thirteen seconds. Plot a course to land at these coordinates. Shut down your ship and wait to be contacted. Do not attempt to contact us.” A text message with the coordinates showed on my screen. I forwarded it to Mom. “We cannot be responsible if you miss the thirteen-second window. Good luck. Over and out.”I did a touch-and-go scan of the. The Blood Rite: the ritual that was supposed to happen that night. Melissa didn’t think they’d actually try to sacrifice her. She would have slept with Fred if she knew they’d hold her at knifepoint. Running her fingers over the vellum, probably made from sacrificed goats, she read and reread the ancient runes before drifting off into a troubled sleep. ~In her angsty teenage dreams, images flitted across the great plane of her post-pubescent mind.From the depths of her subconscious, a giant. She was enjoying every moment, every inch of my tight cave that she was conquering with her tough warrior. Her cock went all the way in, rested for a very brief moment, and then started to pump me roughly. My own cock blew some precum that dripped on the bed. Mel didn’t care about it now. She was entirely focused on her own penis; on her huge morning arousal. She squeezed my flanks and increased the speed more. She was slamming me, fucking me, slapping from time to time. She was like a wild. She withdrew her fingers and placed one of them in her own mouth, sucking the entire length of it. She raised the other, soaked with pussy juice to Max’s mouth which he opened as Amber shoved it it. It tasted so pure, so raw and fresh. His cock grew even more. Amber moved off of Amy and stood next to Max, taking the strap on from him. She stepped into it, pulling it up to her waist, feeling the rubber dick oscillate back and forth. She tightened the straps. She locked eyes with Amy and crawled.