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The smuggler Daro greedily massaged my clit with his thumb and thrust another finger deep into my slick canal. Moaning, I wrapped my legs about his waist as he lifted me up and wedged me hard against the navigation console. I reached for his zipper to free his hard on from its sticky prison. He batted my hands away. His eyes grew wild with lust and glowed with something else ... Could it be power?
"Can't wait for it, can you?" His laughter sent chills up my spine. "Robin is a shrewd one. You can't wait to have me pumping and ramming my cock into you until I come and come again and forget all about my mission. You want me to forget why I came aboard the Parsnip in the first place."
"Didn't you come aboard to drop off your cargo and give Zelina a lift?"
I did my best to sound innocent, but it was difficult to do while he continued to stroke my pussy and my g-spot in such an aggressive manner. I panted and blew out several breaths, desperate to not to reveal my own purpose for following Daro to his ship.
"Is that what you think?" He arched a black eyebrow. His lips thinned to a sneer. He didn't act convinced. "Maybe after you've come a few dozen times you'll tell me why Robin is acting suspicious of me. How would you like that?"
"Like ... what?" I moaned again. He continued ramming his eager digits into me. The familiar spasms low in my belly threatened to overwhelm me. Don't come, I told myself repeatedly. Calm down now and relax. Relax. Don't let him get the upper hand in this situation. Seduce him, and he'll be putty in your hands...
"Hmm ... Fuck me, Daro. Now. Please? I can't take much more of this exquisitetorture."
"Torture, eh? What an excellent idea." In one swift move Daro grabbed a pair of magnetic handcuffs from his back pocket and clicked them onto my wrists. He dragged me kicking and twisting from the bridge. "Thank you for reminding me about such a pleasurable means of extracting information out of you, my dear."
Posted November 13, 2010
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