After a while of looking over her shoulder all the time and coming up with nothing the stress of being on such high alert rapidly took its toll. It was clear then she wore no bra over those perky tits, her chubby pink nipples tenting the nearly transparent fabric. Dameia sorely missed the same intimacy she had with the commander and had even considered the final member of their team, Balon, as a source of companionship in this dark place. Her calls became more and more desperate as they were only met with static. For Dameia this maggot’s womb wrecker might as well been smashing right into her grey matter as it was slowly fucking all sense out of her. “What I want to know is why you are even here?” Balon chimed in with a sneer directed at Damiea.
