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– Ugh… I'm hungry, – the girl whispered, trying to keep herself from floating into the control panel.
A blonde strand drifted slowly past her eyes, making her flinch. The hand she automatically reached out with to brush the hair away looked unusually delicate, slender, and once again the thought flashed through her head that this palm would look so cute with a manicure… with little hearts? She glanced at her palm again and then quickly looked away.
– Holy shit… – she breathed out in a dumb, high-pitched voice, puffing out her plump lips without even realizing it. – What the hell am I even, like, thinking about?!
And her mind kept feeling like it was rebooting. Her brain seemed to deliberately jump from one thought to another: first to Earth outside the porthole, then to her own lips — so plump, moist, like they were made for some glossy magazine photoshoot, then… to her breasts, straining against the skintight white NASA suit that clearly wasn't made for curves like these.
– Focus, Jake… Focus… – she hissed at herself in her mind, but the name suddenly felt wrong. Jake? Who the hell was that? She… he… oh shit, it was her now.
Her fingers twitched near her face again and her palm drifted past her eyes, then her gaze — once again — dropped lower on its own.
– Oh my God… – came out in a shaky falsetto as her eyes locked onto the bulges under the suit. Two round, heavy tits were clearly rising beneath the fabric, almost bulging out of it. She tried to think about the mission, to hold on to her composure, to remember the professionalism her life basically depended on — but instead her imagination conjured up the image of a huge, shiny, almost hypnotically alluring black cock sliding right between her tits, and for some reason… she really wanted it to be real.
– Fuck… What the hell is wrong with me… – her new high voice trembled, and the tips of her fingers suddenly began to slowly slide over the white fabric, tracing the heavy curve of her breast.
The boobs were real and big — no, for her they felt just enormous. And on one hand, it freaked her out and pissed her off, but on the other… she liked it. They were insanely soft, perky… and so sensitive that the slightest touch made her nipples stiffen beneath the thin suit.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to drive away the intrusive images, but new ones popped up instead: strong male hands wrapping around her waist, a wide palm sliding up to grab her boob, someone’s other hand gripping her hair tight… Her hand drifted downward on its own.
‘God… Stop… Jake… Focus…’
‘God… Stop… Jake… Focus…’
– I shouldn't be thinking about this… I… I… – she stammered, shaking...Full story (16 700 characters - 6 parts) is open to subscribers here or on Patreon