?Slut! Pigshit stupid bitchcunt!? A hand lets go of a tit and starts slapping my face. He spits, and I blink the phlegm out of my eyes. ?Open your fuc...king hole!? My mouth opens obediently. He hawks noisily again, and I feel sick at what he was about to do, then he spits the yellow phlegm into my mouth and my stomach lurches. But I keep it in my mouth, keep my mouth wide open for him to see. ?Disgusting pig! Taste it, keep it in your mouth, let me see you taste it.? So I swirl it around my. That might be best. Yes, that might be what she preferred.The thought of seeing her again gave me a sudden boost of energy. I had tried to put her out of my mind all the time I was being held for trial. I was successful, telling my guards not to allow her back to see me. And I denied her attempts to bail me out before the trial started just to avoid having to face her and see the betrayal in her eyes. I made the deal putting me in prison just so I would not have to face her. It was not a brave. She laid on her back and guided my head to her already soaking wet pussy. She regularly gets Brazilian waxes so she is smooth as silk down her. I licked her pussy until she came on my face. Now what happened next surprised me. She gave me a big sloppy kiss. She never kisses me after I eat her out, or after I cum in her mouth (which rarely happens). But that night she kissed me very passionately, darting her tongue in my mouth. Then she told me to lay on my back. I did as I was told and. )(Edit: Comments help me decide what to focus on when writing so if you like a particular chain that can help it get continued. Plus contributions are always welcome.)It's always cold when you wake up. You're not sure if it's because the ship is conserving power or its captain just likes the temperature low but you know its soon to be time for action again. The Code of Conflict was written two centuries ago to make conflict more civilized in the wake of the Bion Genocide. It seemed to only make.