Zenobia nods. "Definitely." She limbers up and cracks her neck, holding her fists out in front of her. "Bring it on, lover".
"It will". She steps inside and heads to the cockpit, taking off. As the ship heads into the atmosphere, the gas spreads into the city. "Heading...
Zenobia notices Gailte, smiling and looking the woman up and down in her revealing athletic outfit. "Hey!" She breathes heavily as she runs....
There's a loud crash, as the containers collide. "Alright time to get out of here. There'll be a few hundred civilian casualties, we'll blame them...
She sees Zenobia on a treadmill. Sweat drips down onto the woman's sports bra as she sprints.
Nyni nods. "Yes, we slaves have all arrived, mistress. Lady Zenobia was in the gym, last I saw of her".
As her vision fades, and she drifts off to sleep, the last thing Gailte can feel is Zenobia drinking from her swollen breasts with abandon. She...
"You prick". She looks down at him. "Please". She spits the word out.
Sara gives a disgusted face. "He's in the brig. You're telling him, not me. The idea of relying on that asshole makes me sick".
"I've never seen one." She thinks, and then reads her datapad. "We're off duty, so we can go down to the planet. If you want to go see a droid...
Sara looks back at her. "I think that we can find it, using our communications gear. What do you have in mind?"
She cries out. "Yes! Yes! More, you fucking Mando!"
Briar rears back. "Oh, fuck!" Her juices taste sweet on Paz's tongue.
Briar breathes in heavily. "That the best you can -ugh- do?"
She nods, looking deep into his eyes.
Briar's hips buck. "Oh! Oh, yes! Like that, Mando! More!"
Zenobia presses the dildo as far as she can inside Gailte's pussy, before putting both hands on the blonde's throat and squeezing as hard as she...
Briar squirms. "Oh, yeah. Worship them, Mando".
Briar smiles, exhaling deeply. "A breast man, hey? Nibble on them a bit. Softly, though".
Briar grins. "All right. Impress me".
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