Anna ends my tongue bath with a long and intense kiss on my lips; it fills my mouth with the sweet and salty taste of my cum.
O-Bot audibly sighs and says, “And I thought you were a narcissist before . . . .”
Anna pulls away and begins marching off, scanning the room for something.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I've, er, we've got a shipment due on Pregnosis-6. I want to get back to the Jackhammer and get my payment.”
“Your payment?” I ask, raising a brow.
“You know what I mean! We're going to need to start charging double. O-Bot!” she says in my typical commanding fashion.
“Yes, Captain Anna?”
“We need to get this power cell cloned. I think you should do it this time while Bree and I find something for me to wear.”
“Yes,” O-Bot says dryly. “Perhaps that would be a good idea.”
-End
For those with MEGA file access, you can find the pic here: MEGA -> Cultists -> Short Illustrated Stories -> Thirty-69 I'm Breanna Sparks -> Breanna Sparks 10
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