Tongue thrashes about in mouth, poking bottom lip right out. Bumhole loosens. I soil myself. Brain cleansed of knowledge of how to control chocolate l...ps. Spastic twitches wrack my body. Body dances. Body jerks. The Xenomorph’s hand moves to his giant slime-crusted cock as I spasm about in my own faeces. Thick foam like mousse spurts from throat. Wet green boy-soil filths cute round little boy-muffin as I thrash and jiggle in it. Violent spasms. I spasm onto my front. Face plunges into a big. I managed to look at her and saw a wild fire in her eyes. One hand was in her dress and from the tensing muscles in her arm I knew she was masturbating. I realized too, that there were other people in the room. The little brunette was serving two male couples that had come in and were lounging against the seats along the walls.My hand ran up my lover's chest and I felt the cover of short coarse hair and his big hard nipples. He was bigger and stronger than I had thought and I wanted to melt. My eyes snap open and I gave at him, "What are you doing?" Giving you what you need, take it, its the best I have to offer."I smile and grab his wrist, pulling it my mouth as I suck the wound.He gasps softly and slides his free hand down to my thigh, gently caressing,"That feels amazing."I slide my hips to the side, his hand sliding between my legs as I give a soft moan, sucking his wound still, then slowly closing it with my tongue. He groans as his hand slides between my legs. rubbing my. As good as the repair crews were, however, some of the damage was beyond their capa- bility and required the ship to spend some time in a space repair dock.I spent much of the time with my wingman, Lieutenant Dromo Acer, and the squadron, overseeing the repairs to our TIEs. We had lost several craft, and their pilots, in the scrape with the Rebels, and most of the rest had been shot up to one degree or another. The entire electronics package in my ship had to be replaced. Nevertheless, by the.