A big dick in space
“Two hundred and thirty-nine years.” She shook her head. “I’ve done the math.”
Jon rubbed his forehead. “Two hundred and – you don’t happen to be one of those species with an extended life expectancy, do you?”
“Nope,” the captain clicked her teeth. Jon, after being so happy, seemed to have had a ton of bricks thrown on top of him. “Why don’t you get cleaned up? Keep heading down this corridor until you get to the gyropedometer. You’ll find shower cubicles inside the far room. You’re in the system now, Kassy will let you in.” Vivian tried to brighten the mood, “Then we can talk about all this stuff. I want to hear everything about how you came to be shooting through deep space in a pod with one day’s air left.”
“Yeah, a shower. That sounds good right now. What will you do, Viv?” he asked.
“I’m going to go over your pod with a fine-tooth comb, see if I can’t find anything that might help us out.”
They promised to meet back there and then parted. It took Jon walking away, with his tight little butt teasing her, for the well-hung captain to remember her sex-crazed, butt-fuck-loving, old ways. A quick cum in her quarters sounded much more fun than scavenging through Jon’s escape pod.
