She was sick of Krell, sick of this planet, sick of sweat and mud and damp and sex and heat and she just wanted a fucking cold shower.She slunk back i...to her hole and gripped one of the animal pelts in her hands, pulling it over her despite the heat, concealing herself beneath it. Both to hide from the roving Krell, and so that there was no chance that any of her colleagues might stumble upon her getting herself off, the need more urgent than she had ever felt it as she slipped a finger beneath. She drew her knees up and arched her back to thrust her ass – and her pussy – up to me, and I slammed down into her, no finesse, no love, no caring or gentleness, and I went on and on, skewering her on my hard and hateful sex. I kept it up until she was whimpering and moaning, calling out my name, and then I came, deep inside of her, throbbing and pumping and filling her with me, her husband, as if I could wash all memory and all thoughts of Derek out of her and away with a spray of cum. I. Bill pulls my head back and slaps my lips with his cock a few times before shoving it between my lips again. I can feel that he might be ready to cum but he stop and stands me up to push me back into the desk. I fall back and he grabs my legs to spread them. With his eyes full of lust, he stabs me with his cock again. I can't take my eyes off of his face as he fucks my hole. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out was too much. I take hold of my own cock and start jacking it. And within. That information, they figured out very quickly. One stepped forward and said, "Oo-tar." He pointed at his chest.I said, "Tom," pointing at my chest. I then said, "Oo-tar," and pointed at him.The other said, "Bil-lee," pointing at his chest. He pointed at me and said, "Tom."I said, "Oo-tar," and pointed at the first man. I then said, "Bil-lee," and pointed at the second one. 'Tom," I said and pointed at me. I then pointed at my deer and said, "Deer." To my considerable surprise, they nodded..