Thankfully T'Pau had already left. He certainly wasn't going to complain about T'Pol's enthusiasm once they had reached their quarters, though.Chuckli...g, he directed his stray thoughts back to the documents before him, which mainly were engineering reports about the ship's production and several research projects dealing with improving Malcolm's newly evolved force-fields and the non-organic matter re-sequencer.The beep of the communications console interrupted his thought process. Pushing the. My hands run up and down her back, scratching lightly, cupping, squeezing the soft, rounded cheeks, tracing the length of her spine, pulling her closer, closer. She pushes me away, pushes me down onto the bed and kneels above me between my legs, propped up on her hands, her hair shadowing her face, her breasts dangling like peaches on the vine, like golden brown globes, tipped with rose-red points that stiffen as I touch, the flesh of the aureoles puckering. My hands cup the weight, my thumbs. I was relieved to hear this as it was not a big issue. Seeing her scared and reluctant face, I asked her if she wanted to come in till the electricity was back. She readily agreed and came in.I offered her water to calm her down. It was a single occupancy room and had a chair on which I had kept my bags. So she had to sit on the bed. Now she seemed ok and starting talking.Her name was Riya and she had come from Cuttack. She opened up after some time and told me everything about her. I thanked. She had by then stripped and jumped up onto the bed and positioned herself in such a way that her crotch was in my face. I stretched my body to try to reach her snatch but she kept inching back, almost taunting me with the sweet musky aroma of aroused pussy. All the while Sal hands held my hips the way butt-fuckers do (to keep the fuckee from pulling away) so I couldn’t get at her. “Weezie, don’t do that. Make him lick your ass. If he wants something to lick, let him lick your asshole. Roll.