every sound makes the slave squirm
wondering if it’s snot hung coming to use her
the heavy blindfold leaving it in complete darkness

Garden
A fine evening under Tu Tu Gor . . .

It sounds like you are just about ready for Summer!

Commercial
IRIDIA followed along, her biomon flipping a small alert for her heart rate and helping to normalize it lest she show her nerves openly.

Within their private comms, though, she pushed forward a text:

“Place is bristling with nodes but I'm a bit cautious about doing any remote link. I'm planning on just being vigilant, for now…”

Her steps around the sleek, almost too-sleek office floors clicked audibly on kitten heels, gave her the impression that simply beating a bounty was going to escalate and dig herself deeper, rather than go defeat all of the money that put something like this together.

She wondered if the group that attacked her and Maul were linked with The Guild, or some other Hunting organization… maybe that was something to bring up.

takes a seat near the back

Nostrils flared
nipples pressed against you
making the kiss deeper and wetter

my legs around you, crossed ankles behind you...
looking in your eyes as we kiss...

Garden
Taking a walk in My garden in the evening

hissing
nipples crinkling
dark waistline sliding against slippery folds

feeling air tickling across my stomach

Cabin
In My Cabin for awhile . . .

tongue probing your soft mouth...
tugging at your top...

getting ready for bed and hearing the downstairs door slam and some unintelligible muttering

To My Cabin

Continuing on My path …………

hugging you against me
feeling dampness through my top near my waist

Drops in for a night cap.

soft purr into your mouth...
rubbing my bare pussy on your tummy...

Commercial
He and IRIDIA are both scanning, mapping - he can't say he'll have the layout memorized, or the locations of the cameras and scanners that are spaced throughout. He'll do his best, but he is a newb, and he is aware of it.

But the access points, the systems in place, they're all familiar territory.

Echo Fenix gets an encouraging nod, mixed with a slight shrug of his shoulders. As far as he can tell, you're doing great.

High on emotions, but great. The emotions make nothing but sense, with the last month, with Haven hurt.

lacing my fingers behind you
and pressing my lips to yours
busily endorsing the kisses