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Her Line of Work
🕑 Added 2020-04-08 17:19:36 +0000 UTCShe'd learned to recognize it by sound at this point. Having followed Ridley for months, staking out his operation and his everyday life, she could recognize it from across the poorly lit room, distinguishing it even above the noise from the other patrons. A low grunt, a series of heavy breaths, building up into a loud, rumbling groan. Whoever his chosen patron had been this evening had just been given an ample dose of the alien's seed, where he'd remain frozen for a while, making sure every drop leaked out inside. The winged bastard didn't seem to favor facials or the likes much, opting instead to always go for vaginal penetration, always unprotected, and always signalling his climax in the same, gratingly victorious mannerism.
"Want a turn with the big guy?" The batarian behind her grunted. Her answer was caught in her throat as he thrust into her with additional force, as if to hammer the question home. She shook her head, a low moan rolling off her lips - he was thick, and clearly knew what he was doing.
"Wouldn't blame ya. Fella's been real popular since he came here with those friends of his." She cast a glance over her shoulder up at him, seeing him close his eyes and smile as he rolled his hips against her, thoroughly enjoying the tightness of her nethers.
"Friends?" She inquired, her voice a little more strained than she'd care to admit. He raised what she assumed was the equivalent of an eyebrow for his race, eyeing her curiously.
"Oh, into gangbang stuff are ya? I'll set you up after this, don't worry." Licking his lips he set to thrusting into her again, Samus finding that her protests wouldn't quite agree with her panting and moaning.
"N-no. I-"
"Sshhh, less talky, more fucky. I'll speak to him, don't worry." He hushed, and then cooed at her. She found herself reevaluating as the batarian sped up, his thickness threatening to push her over the edge as her mind spun to rationalize her increasingly wanton thought pattern. Ridley's 'friends' were bound to know more than random aliens, at the end of the day. Perhaps they'd spill something when other inhibitions were released?
"Oh fuck!" The batarian moaned, slamming into her with finality. She clamped a free hand over her mouth to not scream in pleasure as seed shot, hard, into her insides. Maybe she could wear a wig and get info from the source itself? Ridley didn't seem to discriminate in his choices, at the end of the day.
A wig and some stayups. Her suit was a bit too obvious, even in her line of work.
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Wednesday Wallpaper! Club scenes are always a plus, and I can suspend belief easily when it comes to Samus and her setting existing within the Mass Effect universe, making crossovers a breeze :)
As always, thank you so much for your continued support, and for all of your kind words! The Syx piece this Monday appears to have been highly appreciated, which is great considering the amount of work that went into it :)
Take care of yourselves, and each other! Wash your hands!
/DH
Comments
Malgus26
This is awesome, and yet another one that would be amazing if you could animate it
0zman2
Wow! I did not expect this
