Then he straddles my chest. His cock staring me in the face. I think to myself I know I said I didn’t suck dick but if it weren’t for this gag in ...my mouth I would have tried it. He looks down at me, saliva oozing down my checks from the gag in my mouth. He moves it closer to me and starts to stroke it over my face. I can see the precum on the end and he touches the head to the gag. I can smell the saltiness of it. I think to myself what does it taste like. What would it feel like to have that. “I was looking for you, Eric. The Union captain and I just watched the bridge recordings and we must talk.”I saw he had tears in his eyes. I learned that all of the bridge crew, except the tactical specialist who had been sucked out, had survived.In an empty cargo bay the crew and a delegation of the Union ship had assembled. The American Dream crew had twenty two fatalities among them the chief engineer and the man servant butler. Alex had cried open tears and he didn’t seem to be ashamed of. I feel so content sucking your dick" I don't care how good I taste to you or how content you are. I meant what I said." Well, rub your dick on my boobs then. That'll be safe." I didn't really do anything. She still had my shaft in her hand. She was the one that repositioned her body that my shaft was poking one of her breasts with the head. Then she started tracing figure eights around her nipples with my prick. It felt wonderful, and the feeling got more and more intense as the path converged. And it was thicker than her husband's cock. She made her eyes wander from top to bottom, her gaze going over the shiny purple head, drops of clear fluid running out the little piss-slit, then her gaze went down, down along his shaft, the shaft with a number of veins running through it. Then lower still, she gazed at his nut sack. Two egg sized balls hung low between his legs, the weight of them making the sack hang almost in front of his asshole. A black forest of hair obscuring the rest of his.