He felt his chest tighten. They remained, unspeaking, for several long seconds. At last he pulled himself together and fumbled the passcard for her office from its slot. Without looking away from her eyes, he held it out to her and felt her hand touch his. It jolted student him like a current. He felt every detail of the scrape of her smooth claws, the rough pads of her fingers, the sleek tickle of the velvet fur edging the pads. Her hand drifted over his for an epochal moment, and her green eyes remained fixed on his, open ... almost beseeching. As she drew the card from his hand, her claws raked slowly, japan lingeringly down his palm, then over his fingers to rest lightly on the tips for a long moment. She withdrew her hand, still meeting his gaze – then turned slowly and walked toward the corridor, moving wearily. He watched. Later that day, he slipped a disk into her mailbox with a short note explaining that he hadn't finished it by that morning. He had, of course, but he didn't want to give her a chance to refuse the gift. Things were reaching the point where she might. She lay in the embracing comfort of the chair, idly flicking through fleshplay channels on the screen. In the background the drumming played with a low throb. She'd put all four disks into the player and set them to repeat, listening to them as she paced restlessly through the house. She'd spent the early part of the evening in a flesh den near the port, trying to jolt her flagging libido with Twilek brandy and the expert caresses of a paid attendant. The bracing bodyrub had failed to stimulate her, however, and his fawning manner, so unnatural to a Salariki, had only disgusted her. It was revolting to see a member of her girl race so bereft of dignity. In the end, she stood abruptly and left when she found her eyes straying to a thinly clad human male serving a party of wolfish Gigorans. She let the drumbeats wash over her body, soothing away the tension of the night. The broken images jittered over the screen, meaningless glimpses of naked beings flickering past as she jumped through the channels without registering any of them. She lifted the delicate balloon-shaped glass and drained the last of the brandy. She felt pleasantly disassociated, floating, drifting away from her troubles. She stretched and twitched her tail, feeling a warm langour creeping over her limbs. She sighed and flicked her claws slowly down her chest, dragging them lightly over the soft fur and arching her back. Her channel-jumping grew slower as she japanese purred, dropping the glass to roll on the soft carpet and running her palm over a row of hardening nipples. She groaned, tail lashing, and flicked the topmost with a claw tip, then drew in her breath sharply and wriggled lower in her chair. Soon her hoarse, rhythmic breathing nearly drowned the music; the muted screen sat, unregarded, on a Salariki channel as she stroked both hands down her nipples and began to rub her thighs. She stretched out her legs, knocking the control to the floor, and ran the rough pads of her fingers up her thighs, higher, stroking, teasing, finding the center of pleasure and caressing it as her thunderous purr filled the room. The action on the screen paused; she tilted her head back, trembling on the edge, looking for release. She imaged Kimtok's rough, pointed tongue; she stroked harder. She asian focused on the image of the kneeling Salariki at the port that night and hung, aching, body writhing for release. She stared at the screen, the taut young Salariki pair moving with luxurious ease. Still she throbbed on the edge of fulfillment. “What do you mean?” I asked, Sheila informed me. She stiffened and arched her back for a few seconds then collapsed under me, allowing me to continue. Jack walked over to check on Linda. I bucked on the table. There was a knock at the door. The three looked at each other and began to laugh. I start to caress it over your pants, student letting it japan grow bigger and bigger. “Rose!” She exclaimed. She said by the time she cooked, ate, and cleaned up from breakfast her robe was completely undone, and her father never said anything to her about it. I am pinned, face down to the bed as Eddie uses his knees to spread my thighs wide apart. I felt my butt rise up off the table as I tried to push my pussy closer to the man. Then my head whipped around, and I nuzzled my face into my evil doppelganger's bush. She didn't want to answer, she knew what it meant japanese but the answer would become obvious. "Brian was now asian getting more and more excited and he lifted his lips up to her face and transferred his emotion to her panting lips above. I move my hand off her head, allowing her to retreat from my cock is at the entrance to her throat. She grinned sheepishly at the reaction. I aw...I must have gotten undressed and into my nighty by myself.” She said. I just had to girl enjoy you.” The delight reached my mind, melting my thoughts. “I'm sure they would,” my mom said then laughed.