SPACEGIRL- The Transport Tragedy: File-2
The cargo hold is at the lowest part of the ship. I breathed deeply before moving down on to the hold. The door soundlessly opened as the sensor scanned my retina. And there he was... in front of me, encased in a transparent cylinder of his prison. Zargon... immobile yet conscious... his gazed fixed straight... but I knew his mind was following my figure.. the figure he knew so well.
I felt my knees go a bit wobbly I am alone on this ship with this formidable villain.Irrational fear excited me and aroused me further... I spun around in front of him, showing off my figure ... "hei did you miss me?" I said mockingly as a swayed my hips from right to left...
"we were good together weren't we??" my movement became much bolder.
I was now becoming so aroused and confident.
I swung around, showing off my bottom. My ample behind which Zargon had traced over and over with his slimy tentacles.
I was in my reveries, my eyes closed, body swaying to the imaginative tribal rhythm, my pelvis swaying following the pulse of my womb... then, suddenly...
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