Knowing the back massage would be lame I instead placed my hands on her hips and pulled myself toward her. My entire bulge was now rubbing against Ama...da's tight ass, it felt great. I leaned in and more or less whispered"I prefer to massage your shoulders."She looked to her left as if she was making an effort to look at me while talking and said"Me too."Her mouth formed a seductive smile.That's when I was confident she had most certainly noticed my bulge pocking her fine ass.I moved my hands up. Do you? Do you like looking at them?”“What?” Confusion skidded over her face. “What are you talking about?”Well, I had hoped she was a closet lesbian, ready to indulge her sinful desires. I guess not. She was honestly confused at why I would bring up looking at my tits and wasn’t aroused. I stepped forward anyways, unable to resist those red lips. I leaned in and kissed her briefly on the mouth.She gasped, stepping back. “What was that?”“Just giving you a little taste of your boyfriend’s. I keep going for a while, hypnotized by the seductive way she rolls her hips like a snake, rubbing my shaft up and down, kissing it and coating my juicy sausage in her hot melted butter. I go a little faster and she starts to groan again, arching her back as if I were stroking her with a cattle prod. I decide that the oven is hot enough and I force my bread roll inside her right the way up to the back of the oven. Her groan becomes a very loud moan as if my shaft were a knife and I were. She could not shake the disquieting feeling that something was amiss. She activated the inter-active display panel embedded into the wall of her cabin, but before she could call up the status read-outs on her monitor, she realized it was too late. Under her feet she felt the first ominous tremors as the deck vibrated with sub-sonic stresses. The deep-space exploration Starship Starbride suddenly shuddered beneath her, heaving with the muffled eruption of internal explosions deep within the.