Space station of the sluts

Zanthia began to pant loudly in the confines of her little office. She thrust the toy as deep as it would go, bottomed out, and withdrew again, letting all but the tip slip from her body. The cream-colored shaft gleamed with her wetness. Zanthia breathed deep, drawing the horny pussy-smell into her nostrils. It made a dizzying combination with the sweet floral smell of the recycled air.

“Fuck me,” she panted, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Determinedly, she began to pound her pussy, working the big shaft two-handed. Her wrists slapped against her clit as she pounded away. The rosy lips of her cunt spread wide, and with a distracted pawing at her desk controls she set the ceiling to reflective, blinking up at herself in pleased surprise as the mirroring came online.

Zanthia watched with hungry eyes as the thick cock worked in and out of her. The lines of her labia stretched tight, drawn into an almost perfect “O” shape by the toy’s girth. She could see a trail of sticky white cream drooling down toward the pucker of her bottom as the dildo filled her to overflowing. Zanthia dipped a finger in the wetness; raised it to her lips and lapped the tangy cunt-juice with the tip of her tongue. She felt like drooling in the hot, heavy air. Sugary airborne esters mingled with the sweaty taste of horny cunt on her tongue.