Her left hand moves towards her belly, gathering the material from both sides of the skirt. Her free right hand glides over towards her V. He can see ...hat she’s trimmed with him in mind, a very narrow V of dark hair points the way to her clit. The right middle finger finds that clit, and gently teases it. She looks at him, watching his reaction. Looking down, she can see the bulge developing below his beltline. Pretty soon it will become uncomfortable, his manhood being cooped up like that. All. His long claws protruded from his gloves, tapping the gunmetal of his modular rifle as he waited impatiently for the drop.His helmet radio hissed to life, the pilot advising that they prepare for a ‘hot drop’, a combat landing under enemy fire. His heart raced as his pack armed their weapons, the humans around them loading magazines and checking their armor. Their orders were to take the Syndicate leaders alive or dead, and to dispatch anyone who raised a weapon at them, but if the humans. I'm Catholic," he added, as if that meant anything particular. Which, to me, it didn't.Then, taking another chance at possibly scaring him off, I said: "I'd love to suck your cock, Solomon. May I?" Yeah?" He replied, still setting on the sofa and staring over at me."Yeah," I said. "I really would. Let me do that for you, okay? That doesn't make you a faggot if I do", I added."It don't?" No. It doesn't." Maraza would go crazy if she knew I would do something like that," he said, and the way he. . very darkest fantasies shemight wonder how it would feel to be taken up in those hard rough hands,to feel his thick moustache tickling her face as he kissed her... But onlyin a fantasy.It was laughable really. The stink alone would negate all possibility ofromance. He was nothing but a caveman compared to her and a far cry fromthe foppish and dull, but well-moneyed suitors who called on her from timeto time.Still it was nice to fantasize occasionally. Though if anything, itillustrated more.