Elia nodded, knowing full well he couldn’t tell. Now she was a ‘slut,’ and he was going to ‘fuck her’? Milf sex “Time for the throatfucking you hoes love so much. Esperanza– “
“It’s ‘Elia’, you irritating little– ”
“.. “N– no, I’m not. Elia sat there on the beanbag chair that was stained with sweat and who-knows-what other fluids, legs splayed and tender pussy exposed, and fantasized about getting back into her ship and having a word with her A.I. you’re good for something, after all..” Elia acknowledged as she brought a hand up to the top of the control stick and gave it a pat – though she wasn’t certain the ship was aware of this next-best-thing to a pat on the back. Twist hard. Elia dipped her head in slowly, knowing at least she could get a tongue coating in the stuff and be done with this whole ordeal. “Ms. She reached down to the side of the seat and pushed back on the knurled knob that prompted the chair to recline automatically. Unassuming, non-threatening, and as unintimidating
