"The Fringe is the narrow band of worlds separating Union Space from the inhospitable stretch of stars known as The Scar! Long a haven of criminals, m...nimally-rated corporations, and remnants of the Argos Armada, it is highly recommended tha-!" Your hand finally slaps out to silence the automated recording, a harsh gasp torn from your throat as the sharp gesture jostles the buzzing length lodged inside you. You almost cum again from that alone, your black-market nerve enhancers making every bit. He grabbed me and pulled me up, pushing me onto my back on the desk, he tore my little g-string off exposing my tight wet pussy, he kneeled down, I felt his tounge gently slide up my slit, reaching my clit he began to circle round it, then licking and flicking it I began to moan, it felt so fucking good ‘Yes, Mr Armstrong, lick my throbbing clit, suck it!’ Oh and he did, he sucked it till I was squirming and squeeling, then shoving his cock into my tight cunt I came all over his tongue..and. “Mr. McNallen, what’s that big ole bulge in your pants? Are you sick or something? Maybe I can help?”I helped all right by grabbing onto his whopper and giving it a big squeeze. Well, a lot of other stuff happened and before he knew what was going on, his pants and boxers were around his ankles. His woody was sky high by then and I continued to pretend I didn’t know what was I was doing.“Can I kiss it and make it better?”He didn’t say anything even when I started giving him a blow job. I. ‘You better have some morning wood down there.’ The paper went flying across the counter as I shed the robe and moved up between Becky’s legs. My cock was indeed hard and I swirled it vigorously around the lips of her pussy. In the glow of the morning light her pussy hair was so bright it was almost phosphorescent, and she moaned softly when the head of my cock slid inside her slightly moist opening. Comfortable, it wasn’t. The metal handle of the dishwasher was cold, and my balls slapped.