“Captain, er, Bree?” O-Bot finally says. “We can't allow this clone to continue its existence!”
My droid's thought process is more than I'm willing to consider at the moment, as fucking my clone's mouth is taking precedent. I start rocking my hips into Anna's incredible mouth faster.
I'm getting close, when she stops and sits back on the floor and says, “Not just yet babe -- it's my turn!” She shoots a glare towards the droid and adds, “And, frankly, I'm hurt O-Bot.”
“Yes, well no offense Captain Anna, but the punishment for cloning a living being is death.”
I've already started licking the tip of Anna's cock when Anna says what I'm thinking. “We're already wanted dead in four systems. At least this sentence would be worth it.” She gently strokes the side of my cheek as she asks, “Wouldn't it, my sweet Bree?”
I moan in agreement. I reach under her balls to thrust my fingers into her soaking slit, causing her to tense up and gasp.
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 5
davyd chapman-comb
2019-05-22 20:19:46 +0000 UTC