Checking her watch just to be sure, she finally lets herself breathe as it ticks up past the heartwrenching “two percent” readout. Milf sex Like she’s supposed to touch it. The hole. Rising to her still-asleep feet, she surveys her surroundings. That was about the only word Rose could imagine to describe it. The orb itself seems strangely unphased; the only movement it makes the slight rippling against her fingers. The strips could malfunction working this hard. Whatever had struck the ship had blown through the wall and struck the floor, though the floor under the hole was only dented, with heavy skid markings belaying the path of the object. Her eyes take a second to refocus, though they shoot wide once they register the words in front of her. It feels thicker here, almost more viscous as it pushes inside her, spreading her to accommodate itself. Her eyes take a second to refocus, though they shoot wide once they register the words in front of her.
