The fire-eyed stare of pure malevolence flared up on her visage while she was instructed by her porn-obsessed overlord to lap up his cum just like he’d seen on his computer screen. When he had offloaded his batch of swimmers into her throat, he had managed to inject them deep enough sexy into her throat that she hadn’t had the misfortune of tasting the stuff. Licking it meant she was about to get up-close-and-personal with the fetid glue. She cupped her breasts with both hands as best she could, feeling her digits disappear into the fatty folds of her love handles, and slowly unstuck them from each other before Chad’s cum dried and glued them together. Strands of spiderwebbing yellow-tinted jizm laced back and forth in her cleavage like a lattice made exclusively out of foul-smelling semen. 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. Fortunately for Chad, he was treated to an unblinking stare of slutty reverence for his spunk as Elia slid her tongue down the first inch or two of her cleavage and gathered up a healthy gulp of his love juice onto it. Elia, staring daggers into the eyes of this kid she’d just as soon kill as fuck again, swallowed as quickly as she could manage. Before the rancid batch of cum slid down the back of her throat, she could practically feel her tongue being stained perhaps permanently by Chad’s cummy musk. Elia shuddered, nearly retched, but managed to keep it all down. “Shower is down the hall.” As Elia suspected, no amount of showering could wash away the stank that had apparently permeated like a toxin down into her skin. Even blowjob as she cleared away the shower curtain and dried herself off with a towel, she could taste her own breath. Chad’s fetid load had stained her tongue with the reminder of what she had reduced herself to in the name of keeping the peace on this planet – and keeping her head in the process by not being discovered by those who would mean to execute her for her crimes. She didn’t bother donning the jumpsuit that laid in a heap on the bathroom floor. What of Chad’s load that had cum dribbled onto the advanced japanese nanomatrix of self-healing armor cells had stained the off-white color with the noxious yellow his cum bore. Chad needed to see a physician, Elia figured – after what war crimes he had committed on her body that day, maybe she needed to pay a visit herself. Perhaps this olive branch would keep Chad out of the house and leave Elia in peace. She resolved to bring it up after she slept off what would easily be going down as a day she didn’t want to remember. A waddle in her step as she plodded out asian of the bathroom, towel wrapped around her bust and draping below the bottom curve of her butt, Elia hobbled her way back down the hall towards Chad’s chambers. The combination of apathetic fucking technique and Chad’s girthy endowment had left Elia unable to walk in any semblance of a straight line. Hand holding the towel aloft, she lumbered her half-functional set of thunder thighs back into Chad’s bedroom and was immediately greeted by the barrel of a blaster nestling between her fine-plucked brows. “Remain still, Elia Esperanza. You will be transferred into our custody and loaded into our transport for shipment. Please do not make this more difficult than it needs to be,” belched the grizzled, scarred face of the bounty hunter. “You have got to be kidding,” Elia moaned, having to keep her desire to flail around and stamp her feet with frustration of how unfair this turn of events was so she didn’t get her brain aerated. “I can assure you that I am not kidding, Ms. Esperanza,” responded her captor. “It’s Elia..” whispered the subdued space captain as she flicked her eyes over to Chad, who appeared to be fiddling with something in his grubby mits with his back to her and noticeably not incapacitated as was typically standard procedure for this brand of hired gun. “This thing is fucking cool..” giggled the boy as he idly paced around in a circle. In Chad’s hands was Elia’s communicator. Her eyes flashed between the device, Chad, and the barrel of the gun she could see directly down the bore of. Elia closed her eyes and exhaled sharply. “Pinged the comms?” Elia said to the bounty hunter with her eyes shut, having known the answer before she asked. “I’m not asking.” She said softly, “Yavara needs to know I’m alive.” Why go through all the trouble japanese of giving me a meeting point and a card that asian has little-to-no information. “Not sexy that we could in time,” Deidre said. She’d had to work hard to keep Ben in. End of school year." We also have heard intel that one of the Mexican drug cartels may be trying to affect your businesses. At least Andy made sure she would remember his long monster! Will ya? “We’re careful.” Fuck, I sure opened Pandora's box, again. She groaned, grinding her bush and hot pussy lips on my face. The girl cum feasted on me. Wave after wave of pleasure swept through my body. I really don't need it out here anyway and dropped it in the blowjob boat. The other side was taken by another man; one who had never spoken. We had gotten pretty close recently. Call me when you are ready." We were suddenly like competitive sisters. I saw flashes of me with Alan on a blanket somewhere outside.