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Axon, Violet’s living quarters, Vero Beach, Florida, Earth
Gods, she was sweet. And wild. Over a foot shorter, she was climbing me like a Viken desert monkey. Her legs were about my waist, the ankles hooked at the base of my spine before I got her mouth open and my tongue found hers. Fingers tangled in my hair and tugged, the little bite of pain going straight to my c**k, swelling it to painful proportions beneath the odd shorts garment I wore.
She pulled back for a second, looked me in the eyes. Hers were a dark brown, almost black and held heat, desire, but also a hint of surprise and even a little fear. Her face was round with high cheekbones. Pale skin, a pointed chin. But it was her lips that drew me in. I knew how they felt against mine. Full and plump, I ached to have them wrap
