“No, ma’am?” Brock asked.“That’s not what I meant,” she told him. “I meant why not.”Because I don’t give a flying fuck if she feels ...bad, Brock thought. It was a good thought, he decided.“Because I don’t give a flying fig if she feels bad,” he said, editing himself slightly for content. “She should feel badly. I hope she’s miserable. Because that’s how she made me feel. And not just this afternoon.“I don’t care if she’s unhappy. I don’t care what she wants and I don’t care what she might need. I. I bent forward and once again buried my tongue in his mouth. Sloppy and wet, my tongue fucked in and out of his mouth as his cock fucked in and out of my cunt. I moved my kisses down his neck, and then nibbled on his nipples. His hands gently pressed me downward. His cock plopped out of my pussy and I felt the wet hardness drag across my tummy as he forced my lips downward.My lips met the sticky wet head of his cock. My tongue licked around the crown, tasting my cunt juice on his shaft. Opening. In order for her to take a breath, I pump and and then pulled back, and this carried on for a long time. When I stopped for a while on her insistence, the gripped my cock head tightly and sucked so hard that it actually added momentum to the coming of my ejaculation. She then would let go and I would once again pump her throat, and my balls actually touching her lipsand onto her nose. I must say that this was to me a deep throat of such great pleasure, that I slowly became overcome with such. "Her fighter was one of those destroyed in the attack on the support fleet." I see," Colin could not keep the pain from his expression, but he had prepared as best he could for just such a situation, and pain or no, he still had a war to win. "I will be in my day cabin, Djai. Please notify me when the Gorz fleet comes within range of the decoy ships." Well, what do you know," Weelock bared his teeth in the Gorz equivalent of a grin. A member of any other race would not have been able to.