Talk:Reassignment
New material by a writefag named Toecutter:
The amber light played on the top slopes of her perfect breasts as slowly you reached forward, her shuddering an inhale gently. She lifted her arms above her head to accommodate the shirt’s removal. Flicked upwards gently by the brush of material the pair bounced as they resettled, Tory giggling coyly. Silently you cast your eyes up towards the ceiling of the bunker and thank the Emperor for favouring you so, before you direct your attention to her breasts. Two globes glowing in the bunkerlight, the granite nipples almost black in the replaced hues.
Tory watched as you stared unabashedly, pushing her chest out towards you a little so you could enjoy a better view of her assets. “Well? What are you waiting for? The call to arms?” Your gloved hands had been halfway to their destination when her own found them en route and guided them home to her breasts, Tory exhaled again in approval of the maneuver. Still holding your hands in place, she steered them in tight circles around her nipples before allowing you to take them in your fists. Kneading them rhythmically, you suppressed a growl of lust as she let a hand trail down her bare midriff to unclasp her belt, the hand disappearing within the fatigues. Closing her eyes, Tory breathed harder as you worked as a team on her body, her hand timing delves within to your own pandering. She tilted her head up and to the side in pleasure, hips grinding gently into her fingers. She looked about to speed up and you increased your grip tighter in response, your hands like the talons of the Imperial Eagle around her swollen breasts. Then just as suddenly the hand was withdrawn from her pants. Roaring in lust, Tory threw her weight into you, crashing to the gritty floor astride your prone form and licking her lips with a small pink tongue. She peeled the greatcoat open and ran a sticky hand down your stained white undershirt, her skin glowing orange in the light with sweat. “Now, let’s get that belt off…”
Sliding herself back down your legs, you could smell her faint musk in the still air of the bunker as she popped the metal clasp with a dull click and eased your throbbing cock out from the material. She admired it for a moment before looking into your eyes. “Give me a moment…” Blushing, she stood and fumbled with her fatigues for a moment, struggling to draw them over the combat boots. You stopped yourself from laughing as she struggled with them, leaning up on your elbows and raising a hand to yank the hem over the heel before they were off and hurled clean across the slowly warming bunker to drape across the heavy bolter. Turning around, she looked down at you with her hands on her hips, wearing nothing but infantry boots and standard issue female military undergarments. Grey, and thoroughly saturated. Her entire body was slick with sweat, and she flicked her glorious black hair as the temperature in the bunker rose to a tropic heat. You had enough of her taunting pose. “Get down here already, Tory!” You managed to rasp at her from a dry throat before your partner nodded, herself at breaking point. Her bootsteps echoing Tory kneeled beside you and threw a leg over, straddling you once more and rolling her head to get the kinks out of her neck. Resting her hands on your chest, she gripped the material as she began grinding the shaft of your cock in her sculpted arse, sliding it up and down slowly as she stared at you through the dream-like haze of the moment with narrowed eyes and a cocky smirk.
I find myself extremely disappointed that I skipped to the end rather than read the whole thing through. Spoiled the whole thing.
