He wondered what she’d look like spread open for him. An old museum he had once visited displayed some relics from Old Earth and among them was a beautiful, big shell. It was a coral-pink color and looked as smooth as silk to the touch. Were her cunt lips that same delicate shade? Would they have secrets like those hidden inside the shell? At the museum he had wanted to reach through the protectascreen to stroke the smoothness of the conch shell and now he found himself wanting to do the same thing to her, strip her naked, lay her down on the table in his cabin and feast on those succulent lips until she came screaming against his mouth.
The only possible reaction to this sort of thing: WHAT?!?111!
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