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Update/Story snippet!
🕑 Added 2024-03-26 17:22:09 +0000 UTCHi all
'Deep Cover pt.2' is out in a week, scheduled for 4th of April! For those of you who haven't read the draft, below will be a snippet of the story to let you all know what's to come.
Late pt.8 will most likely be the next one, so stay tuned!
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Here's what to expect with a snippet of 'Deep Cover pt.2'.....
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“I thought you said I was important.”
“Not to Emari airlines, or to me. Enter please.”
She gestured to the cabin door a little less politely.
‘Switch on. Gather intel’
He turned to face her, keeping a breezy smile on his face.
“... Thank you.... Also... who are you working for?”
The woman gave him a polite smile.
“Emari airline sir.”
“Really?”
“Yes.... Now, please shut your whore mouth, and enter the cabin.”
“Ex..cuse me?”
The smile she gave him this time gleamed with teeth, her hand dropping to her side, but the stance of her feet subtly widened.
“I said... shut your cock-sucking lips, and step inside... or I’ll make you.”
He flashed her the coolest, most relaxed smile he could.
“Well... I’ll be sure to leave a tip for the warm service.”
I’ve been informed there’s nothing big about your tip, sir,” she said with a wink which hit him like a jab to the solar plexus, physically stopping him for a moment. “This way.”
He managed to make his legs work again, following with trepidation inside the cabin, and felt his stomach flip in his belly. Not because of the spacious study masquerading as a plane seat complete with bed, wall-screen TV and small desk..... but by the tall, muscled woman sitting butt-naked in the seat, her legs wide open, ass-cheeks sweating on the brown leather, her breasts sagging slightly on her chest.
Scarlett.
Between her legs, her flaccid cock was hanging, emerging from the thatch of pubic hair around her groin, her manhood flopped odiously over the front of the seat. On a hanger by the window another beautiful suit and waistcoat combination had been carefully folded and hung, pristine enough to be placed back in a shop window.
“Oh,” Mope murmured, his jaw sagging to the floor, lost in everything he was seeing.
Her light smile had the air of someone waiting for a coffee at their local café, although the mirth hidden under it lit a fire in Mope’s belly.
“Hello Mope.”
Scarlett’s back was melted into the seat like a cat; her stomach rolled forwards to form some puppy fat over the obvious abdominal muscles, and her swollen melons had a small patch of sweat just visible between them.
Mope’s brain remained switched off for about ten seconds as the air stewardess let out a light titter.
“I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy your flight...”
