Tiny Stepdaughter Creampied – Zelda Morrison – Family Therapy – Alex Adams

“Move!” Vendric barked, pushing Cratt ahead of him as they scrambled into the vents. She had witnessed the horrors of war firsthand—cities shattered by xenos invaders, the screams of civilians caught in the crossfire, and the brutal discipline of the Astra Militarum. The ship lurched violently, and Sofia barely managed to keep her footing as the force of the ship’s instability threw her into the bulkhead. Primal, animalistic, twisted by pain. Cratt catched up on them in the crawl space, horrified with the scene. Her other arm unbuckled her belt and pulled her pants, revealing her meaty ass globes. Their survival was not just a matter of chance—it was a matter of will. The ship’s metal creaced as if it was bent or torn apart. Something was happening, were they still in the warp space? Sofia was still gasping and convulsing and her body was rigid. The ship was coming apart at the seams, the twisting, unearthly energies of the warp leaking through the hull and tearing at the fabric of reality itself.