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That’s why she didn’t notice her one-man welcoming party reaching up to cop a feel of her immense rack. Her focus pared down from some spot on the horizon and zeroed-in on the fingers sinking into her jumpsuit to heft one of her monster mammaries “Are you fucking kidding me?” Elia snapped, swatting away the hand groping her. Her assaulter, meanwhile, appeared to be utterly unphased. “So, you’re not from this planet, huh?” choked the boy. Elia looked down at him flatly for a moment, and couldn’t help but notice how the pair of them were a picture of opposites. Her skin, fair and smooth, where his was pock-marked with blemishes and the scars those blemishes left behind. In contrast to the undyed pink of Elia’s mane, the native boy’s hair was a drab hue of brown that appeared to borrow it’s pigmentation from the soil the ship had landed on. Misplaced as it was, his stare, however – still latched on her buxom, well-endowed chest – was icy blue to match hers. “N– no, I’m not. I was being anime pursued by a group of bounty hunters seeking to apprehend or eliminate me, and analfist – “ this time, the whelp sunk his fingers right around the same squishy breast closest to him. While Elia recoiled in sheer horror at his moxie, the teen copped a five-finger feel of the taut chest ornament of the first ‘space alien’ he ever had the pleasure of encountering. “Listen here, you little punk,” Elia growled, whipping a hand past her thigh and unholstering the blaster pistol secured there. She nestled to business end of the phaser in between the beady eyes of her accosting molester. “W– wait, wait! Wait! You can stay here, you can stay here! My folks are out of town, and the house is all to me– I mean, the maids still visit cock daily and Arrondo is in his quarters, but – !” the snivelling brat fired off in rapid succession, bargaining with the suddenly intimidating interstellar visitor fat so she didn’t hollow out the gap between his eyebrows. “Oh, well, alright then,” Elia responded. She stowed the laserarm back in her hip holster and crossed her arms under her bust. Her elbows cramming her tits closer together didn’t do anything but encourage more staring, but she looked past it – after all, this kid was going to give her a place to sleep. “Can you show me inside?” The pimple-speckled dweeb turned tail without a word and began marching across the lawn. It was only after Elia began after him that she came to realize that she had touched down in what appeared to be the grounds behind what a Gungnir-class civilization would commonly referred to as a ‘McMansion,’ for reasons beyond her understanding of the context. She smirked at the coincidence – she had studied about this subset of human life-forms existing a dichotomous relationship between the fortunate and the less screaming fortunate. Her understanding of the environment would dictate that the barely-legal boy she was following up into the estate house was subject to nearly all of the privileges afforded by society. Suffice it to say that he’s probably a real shit head. After crossing up the back lawn and onto the lido area bordering a crystalline blue pool of water, Elia and the yet-unnamed boy arrived at the rear doors of the house. She followed him through them and crossed under the cavernous, vaulted ceilings of the house foyer. “M– my bedroom is just up here and around the corner, if you’ll follow me..” piped up boy in front of her. Elia nodded, knowing full well he couldn’t tell. Might as well keep the little jerk guessing, she mused. With a soft ‘swish’ as her thick, morphsuited thighs slid across one another as she strode, she shadowed the boy while he trudged up the winding staircase and onto the second floor landing. At the top of the stairs, he paused and shook his head as if remembering something he forgot. She watched as he looked back over his shoulder and extended an arm to point down the hall. “It’s down there, last door on the left. I’ll be right behind you.” Elia narrowed her gaze at the boy, unsure of why she was to walk ahead of him. Reassured by the fact that she could reduce any hostiles to molten dust with her sidearm, she nodded and walked past the boy to the door he indicated. After passing him by, she heard the footfalls of his own pace behind her. I cock moved my hand down to hold his manhood. Hers were closed and a look of intense concentration was on her face as she fucked herself on my fat cock. Did she use them when you knew her before?” aaah… aaah… ooh…” She moaned as she neared her climax. The girl was about 5’7”, had an athletic build, and long, blond hair. The rules are the material support of the discipline to which the submissive bends, it is by her obedience to these rules that she expresses her submission. “That's my sexy delight, not yours,” Mother said, marching forward, her hips swaying. "Your cousin seemed a bit hot over everything didn't he?" “Maybe it wasn’t alcoholic.” Then she was pulling at my anime jacket and lifting myself off the bed slightly I assisted her in removing it followed by my shirt and tie. He doesn't know that I know he was cheating on his wife Lisa. He was changing again and her eyes were wide as she watched this happen. My eyes widened in realization. He heard her grunt each time he hit bottom. Ryan had packed a skirt for me to put on when we got there. “It feels like a toe.” I replied plainly. The dark-haired beauty shuddered at the contact. Tracer looked over as she came to her feet, refocusing her gaze on Widowmaker analfist through the yellowish glint of her goggles, disorientated she glimpsed a glint screaming of steel, a flash. “Did you ever want ME to fuck YOU?” I countered. You can commit to this right now or we can part ways right now. “It’s a state park up in the hill country.