মধুর স্ত্রী বশ করা স্কুল তরুণ মহিলা হ তার গুলজার মিডিকাল

“I’m in, punch it!” I call to hentai Ja-Alixxe, and I’m immediately tossed towards the back of the ship like a ragdoll by several gees of acceleration as she throttles the engines to full. I can hear the sound of blasts impacting the side of the ship and the noise of millions upon millions of tiny grains of sand crashing into the shield at high speed from our plunge into the storm. I’m being thrown around the hold like I’m on a rodeo horse, and my shoulder slams painfully into an equipment panel, but I feel the least frightened I’ve been since I was captured, way back on the Republic cruiser. We might be about to disintegrate, but death here will be a mercy compared to sexual slavery. Then the noise of the sand stops, a moment later the firing stops, and our climb steepens. Ja-Alixxe must have switched on the artificial gravity, because suddenly I can get up and walk to the seat next to her up front in the cockpit. Moving is as easy as if I were on the ground. Standing by her side I look out at the panorama from the cockpit. The scene of the rapidly scrolling landscape of Aghara-Penthay falling away underneath us contradicts my sense of balance, which tells me I’m standing still. Ja-Alixxe performs a slow roll so the planet changes from underneath us to above. Ahead out the window the sky is already darkening. Thank the Gods. Space. On the complicated dashboard of instruments before our seats, the communications panel of the ship suddenly bursts into life. “Departing ship, this is Aghara-Penthay control,” but the authoritative voice never finishes its sentence. There is a deafening detonation and a burst of sparks as Ja-alixxe snatches the blaster (mine) from next to her, and shoots the panel. Fragments of circuit boards fly everywhere and acrid smelling black smoke rises from the burnt electronics. “What did you do that for?” I protest. “We could have called the Republic for help.” “The Slavers will have fully activated our implants now they know we’ve escaped,” she answers, setting the gun down calmly. “We can’t risk listening to a male voice until we’re somewhere safe. If one of the Slavers tells us to land and complete the tournament, we’ll be compelled to obey.” I look at the ruined panel in shock, realizing how close we came to docilely turning round. My hand flies unconsciously to the back of my head, and I press the spot where the microchip was injected into my brain stem. Ja-Alixxe is quite right. “You saved us,” I say softly. “Twice,” Ja-Alixxe says, a little smugly. “Once from Leshan, and this was the second. This charge filled the air. It was James' turn to react. Growling some, Daddy started squeezing more and more of his large cock into her asshole. His orgasm now all over the edge of the bed, ran down their thighs. “And I thank you for it,” she agreed. I had never sprinkled salt hentai on my caramel sundry and have no idea why I did at this time, but with the first taste I said aloud, "What's this?" I think Amy emptied him, I mean the champagne." waiting pussy. She liked that. “Are you okay?” "I can think of something you could do," she said with a devilish twinkle in her soft grey eyes. Anita walked out the gate and the slave staggered after her.