Miss Nid laid back relaxing in her tent.
Her body was semi limp and she was stroking her p***y.
Mal the muscular armoured captain looked into her tent to check on her.
His first reaction was to respectfully pull away silently.
But Miss Nid looked up and silently looked at him with her luxurious brown eyes.
Those eyes were inviting him to stay.
Slightly Mal then let himself in the tent, securing the canvas entrance behind her.
He quietly sat opposite Miss Nid, watching her mildly.
Arach Nid continued to luxuriate her fingers slowly over the warm surface of her p***y.
All the while keeping Captain Mal’s gaze.
Her head tilted slightly, letting her long brown hair cascade over one eye.
But she kept her gentle look with the other, not bothering to brush the brown locks aw
