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Authors: Elle Thorne
male member was standing at near-bursting attention. He wrapped a hand around his thickness and was rewarded with a jolt of pleasure.
On the screen the woman dismounted, pushing herself off the man, revealing his own thick, swollen member, glistening with her juices. She leaned over him, and the camera closed in on her face as she lowered her lips and took him in her mouth. A moan erupted from the man.
Finn stroked his erection in the same rhythm that the woman on the screen lowered and raised her head, seemingly swallowing the man’s erection in its entirety. A shudder coursed through Finn’s body and a drop of liquid seeped out from the slit on his pulsing, mushroom-shaped head.
The camera panned away from her face and circled around her body, momentarily focusing on breasts that swayed with every motion as she bobbed her head and swallowed the man’s thickness.
Then the view changed, completing a trip around her body, finally closing in on her sex. Mesmerized, Finn stared at her swollen, dripping center. He stopped stroking, transfixed. As if sensing his need to see more, she spread her legs, revealing a dark pink interior that pulsed and flexed, as if it was playing a peek-a-boo game he couldn’t tear his gaze from.
He hadn’t noticed when he resumed stroking his shaft, fingers firmly wrapped around that swollen part of his body. But he was very aware now that he was doing it, and the faster his hand moved, the shallower his breathing became.
The effect was natural, yet foreign. Asazi didn’t practice these base human actions even though they had the same body parts.
With the Asazi, offspring were designed and planted in order to create better beings, whereas humans left these things to chance and emotions labeled as lust or love. And look where that got them. Nowhere, as far as the Asazi were concerned.
A part of his brain forced his hand to still, but he couldn’t contain it for long. He started again. He couldn’t refrain from the strokes that brought the intense pleasure.
Had it not been for human emotions, be they lust or love, his Asazi grandfather would not have claimed his human grandmother or created his half-human mother.
He pushed those thoughts aside.
A sensation of flying through a vortex seized him. The woman on the screen was remounting the man’s shaft, lowering herself onto him in a smooth, gliding motion, piercing her inner core with his shaft.
Her full posterior was inviting. Finn’s hand moved faster, gripped tighter. The vortex intensified. For reasons he couldn’t understand, green eyes and a set of full breasts crossed his mind. And stayed. Marissa. Target 41.
The vortex spun out of control. Finn ejaculated, filling his hand and exploding onto the dresser.
He sat on the bed, exhausted, drained, confused.
Sleep came easily, but it was short-lived. He awoke to a hotel room that was fully lit and a TV emitting the white noise of static.
Still confused, he knew one thing. Until he was certain of what was in store for Marissa Sanchez, 41, he wasn’t turning her over to his cousin.
He picked up the cell phone and typed an email message to Kal.
Rearranging order. Target 41 out of town. Proceeding to 42.
Finn pressed send and picked up 42’s file.
Chapter 9
I t was almost midnight . Two West Twowas quiet; everyone was gone. It hadn’t been a busy night, but Marissa was tired. And she was in a bad mood, a hell of a bad mood. If she’d have cared to admit it to herself, part of it was probably attributable to that man. That... She searched for a better word than ‘man’, but couldn’t bring herself to call him a douche again, even in her own mind, especially since he stirred up a whole mess of feelings inside her. Conflicted feelings. Confusing ones, too, since she didn’t get where they came from or why they existed.
It had to be a combination of stress, fatigue, and shock from all this crap. What else could it be?
The guy called Finn hadn’t come back to the
On the screen the woman dismounted, pushing herself off the man, revealing his own thick, swollen member, glistening with her juices. She leaned over him, and the camera closed in on her face as she lowered her lips and took him in her mouth. A moan erupted from the man.
Finn stroked his erection in the same rhythm that the woman on the screen lowered and raised her head, seemingly swallowing the man’s erection in its entirety. A shudder coursed through Finn’s body and a drop of liquid seeped out from the slit on his pulsing, mushroom-shaped head.
The camera panned away from her face and circled around her body, momentarily focusing on breasts that swayed with every motion as she bobbed her head and swallowed the man’s thickness.
Then the view changed, completing a trip around her body, finally closing in on her sex. Mesmerized, Finn stared at her swollen, dripping center. He stopped stroking, transfixed. As if sensing his need to see more, she spread her legs, revealing a dark pink interior that pulsed and flexed, as if it was playing a peek-a-boo game he couldn’t tear his gaze from.
He hadn’t noticed when he resumed stroking his shaft, fingers firmly wrapped around that swollen part of his body. But he was very aware now that he was doing it, and the faster his hand moved, the shallower his breathing became.
The effect was natural, yet foreign. Asazi didn’t practice these base human actions even though they had the same body parts.
With the Asazi, offspring were designed and planted in order to create better beings, whereas humans left these things to chance and emotions labeled as lust or love. And look where that got them. Nowhere, as far as the Asazi were concerned.
A part of his brain forced his hand to still, but he couldn’t contain it for long. He started again. He couldn’t refrain from the strokes that brought the intense pleasure.
Had it not been for human emotions, be they lust or love, his Asazi grandfather would not have claimed his human grandmother or created his half-human mother.
He pushed those thoughts aside.
A sensation of flying through a vortex seized him. The woman on the screen was remounting the man’s shaft, lowering herself onto him in a smooth, gliding motion, piercing her inner core with his shaft.
Her full posterior was inviting. Finn’s hand moved faster, gripped tighter. The vortex intensified. For reasons he couldn’t understand, green eyes and a set of full breasts crossed his mind. And stayed. Marissa. Target 41.
The vortex spun out of control. Finn ejaculated, filling his hand and exploding onto the dresser.
He sat on the bed, exhausted, drained, confused.
Sleep came easily, but it was short-lived. He awoke to a hotel room that was fully lit and a TV emitting the white noise of static.
Still confused, he knew one thing. Until he was certain of what was in store for Marissa Sanchez, 41, he wasn’t turning her over to his cousin.
He picked up the cell phone and typed an email message to Kal.
Rearranging order. Target 41 out of town. Proceeding to 42.
Finn pressed send and picked up 42’s file.
Chapter 9
I t was almost midnight . Two West Twowas quiet; everyone was gone. It hadn’t been a busy night, but Marissa was tired. And she was in a bad mood, a hell of a bad mood. If she’d have cared to admit it to herself, part of it was probably attributable to that man. That... She searched for a better word than ‘man’, but couldn’t bring herself to call him a douche again, even in her own mind, especially since he stirred up a whole mess of feelings inside her. Conflicted feelings. Confusing ones, too, since she didn’t get where they came from or why they existed.
It had to be a combination of stress, fatigue, and shock from all this crap. What else could it be?
The guy called Finn hadn’t come back to the
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