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, βAnd I thought you were a narcissist before . . . .β
Anna pulls away and begins marching off, scanning the room for something.
βWhat is it?β I ask.
βI've, er, we've got a shipment due on Pregnosis-6. I want to get back to the Jackhammer and get my payment.β
βYour payment?β I ask, raising a brow.
βYou know what I mean! We're going to need to start charging double. O-Bot!β she says in my typical commanding fashion.
βYes, Captain Anna?β
βWe 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.β
βYes,β O-Bot says dryly. βPerhaps that would be a good idea.β
-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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