Might as well keep the little jerk guessing, she mused. Indian porn sex A waddle in her step as she plodded out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around her bust and draping below the bottom curve of her butt, Elia hobbled her way back down the hall towards Chad’s chambers. Without a decently well-rounded picture of what kind of environment she would be immersing herself into, there would be higher chance for encountering compromising variables. Now she was a ‘slut,’ and he was going to ‘fuck her’? stopped short. “What are you doing?” she asked warily, knowing that this development could not bode well for her. She nestled to business end of the phaser in between the beady eyes of her accosting molester. “It’s Elia..” whispered the subdued space captain as she flicked her eyes over to Chad, who appeared to be fiddling with something in his grubby mits with his back to her and noticeably not incapacitated as was typically standard procedure for this brand of hired gun. Her skin, fair and smooth, where his was pock-marked with blemishes and the scars those blemishes left behind.
