No one ever tried to use the gate. Only the existence of a pair of high tech electrical generating windmills turning in the nearly constant desert win... gave any indication that the facility was not abandoned. The winds in the Australian Desert used to be non-existent, but with the change in climate, winds were fairly constant and strong. If anyone had come, they would find a small family of aboriginals who lived there.The guts of the 3408 facility was underground, fortunately for the livability. She hurries, lathering on the lotion to her freshly shaved legs and her bare arms, before glancing back into the mirror before she goes to pick out something to wear. She knows she needs to show off her long legs—especially in a short dress. She hears me knock on the door, " Shit," She thinks to herself. She runs to answer the door, opening it and greeting me with a hug. Then she brings me a glass of scotch as she sips a glass of wine, she leans in kissing me, sharing the wine's tart. " "Please... Damian. Please fill me full of your hot thick cum. I need it more than anything in the entire world, I'll do anything for it... Please give it to me... It's so much better than Sean's... So much fucking better... Please fill your hot married filthy whore's dirty fuckhole," she moaned and whimpered as he began to shoot rope after rope of cum deep inside her depraved slut hole.She was in the middle of a screaming orgasm. She didn't hear Sean come home or see him standing there in the. You want latex baby, I got you. You want me to blow smoke on your dick, I'll do it. I'll be your whore. Whatever you need." As if the visual wasn't enough, her dirty talk was distracting me as well. With each thrust deep inside of her, I had to tell myself no, I can't. I have to try not to cum. "You feel so big. I bet you have a huge load for Mommy. I'm surprised it's taking so long for you. Don't fight it. Give it to me." She knew I was trying not to cum and I was getting close.