TheNewcomer
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Feel free to join or start your own fuck fest in another part of the ship.
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Captain’s Log
Stardate 51537.9
Captain Daly Qi’narn, Fu’ta Alliance
USS Centaurus
En route to Starbase, the warp core has experienced a malfunction and we are down to impulse drive until engineering can get us operational. In the event, the air conditioning controller board has been scrambled and the heat is stifling. Update soon.
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Daly stepped into the elevator and lightly tied her light pink sheer kimono around her waist. She ran her fingers through her drenched brunette strands and shook them out before putting them into a high ponytail. The lift opened to the bridge and she took a seat in her chair. It was silent, hot and she was frustrated.
“Computer, external camera, front of the ship. “
The stars were bright and the nebula in the distance was a calming blue; a tease of cool air to come.
Daly relaxed, her body conforming to the chair and she let out a sigh, sweat sliding down between every crevice she had. Her heart rate started to settle and the blood pulsed elsewhere, popping up the soft material betweeen her legs. It twitched and quivered until she pulled the fabric to reveal all twelve shiny inches. Those delicate Fu’ta balls, larger than Earth grapefruit, fell out below the chair, dangling and swaying. She knew everyone was in there quarters; mandatory curfew for now.
She leaned in and pushed her own puffy lips against the top, slurping on it until popping it away. She swung the bright yellow shaft back against her tongue and bathed it in tender love. The stretching of her hefty sack made it a struggle to keep it in her mouth. The Qi’narn seed started to churn into their respective places. Casually, Daly turned her head and smiled.
“Not polite to stare and not announce yourself, Ensign,” she whispered.
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Captain’s Log
Stardate 51537.9
Captain Daly Qi’narn, Fu’ta Alliance
USS Centaurus
En route to Starbase, the warp core has experienced a malfunction and we are down to impulse drive until engineering can get us operational. In the event, the air conditioning controller board has been scrambled and the heat is stifling. Update soon.
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Daly stepped into the elevator and lightly tied her light pink sheer kimono around her waist. She ran her fingers through her drenched brunette strands and shook them out before putting them into a high ponytail. The lift opened to the bridge and she took a seat in her chair. It was silent, hot and she was frustrated.
“Computer, external camera, front of the ship. “
The stars were bright and the nebula in the distance was a calming blue; a tease of cool air to come.
Daly relaxed, her body conforming to the chair and she let out a sigh, sweat sliding down between every crevice she had. Her heart rate started to settle and the blood pulsed elsewhere, popping up the soft material betweeen her legs. It twitched and quivered until she pulled the fabric to reveal all twelve shiny inches. Those delicate Fu’ta balls, larger than Earth grapefruit, fell out below the chair, dangling and swaying. She knew everyone was in there quarters; mandatory curfew for now.
She leaned in and pushed her own puffy lips against the top, slurping on it until popping it away. She swung the bright yellow shaft back against her tongue and bathed it in tender love. The stretching of her hefty sack made it a struggle to keep it in her mouth. The Qi’narn seed started to churn into their respective places. Casually, Daly turned her head and smiled.
“Not polite to stare and not announce yourself, Ensign,” she whispered.
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