05-18-2018, 03:06 AM
The check point on the other side of Coruscant’s gate picked up that something had passed through. Its machines and men became alerted to Ash’s presence the moment she crossed the line. The instruments to detect intruders or just guest in general light up, needles fluttering along the gauges visible to those watching them. Specifically, a scientist, Jack Shadi, had to lift his head over an enormous machine to look on at who had arrived. Whoever they were, he was getting a high electric reading off of them.
He laid his eyes on a pair of pretty near perfect rounded ass cheeks. It hadn’t been his intention to look at her butt first. He quickly flustered behind his thick-framed glasses and directed his gaze to the rest of her. Slender, small framed, curved in places that implied she past puberty. Her meatier thighs were wrapped up in denim which fought to do so. Her toned calves and down were covered in black shiny leather. Her shirt, what little there was, was light pink and shredded like she’d ripped it in half before putting it on to suit her needs.
Despite the intact pants, he noted there was a lot of skin showing. At first, he thought it was a shirt under her shirt, but noticed very quickly that they grey-purple coloring that mimicked deep bruising was her flesh.
She rose from her lying down position on the bike, her flat bottom boots slamming against the ground as her body rolled sexually up a straddle position over the bike. Her hand came up and through her long black hair, brushing it back and out of her face. He noted the ebony black horns that came in front of her head like a natural tiara, and lastly the thin tail that ended in a heart looking arrow tip.
He watched her stick out her tongue, then pull it back while exhaling carefully to form a large pink orb about the size of her head. It popped after the layers of gum became too thinly stretched, then deflated anti-climatically against her chin. All while it does, she tries to collect it back in her mouth as quickly as possible. When the expended bubble was put back into a wet wad in her mouth she grinned.
“Sup boys?” The Storm Demon sang before winking over at one of the more heavily armed men.
He laid his eyes on a pair of pretty near perfect rounded ass cheeks. It hadn’t been his intention to look at her butt first. He quickly flustered behind his thick-framed glasses and directed his gaze to the rest of her. Slender, small framed, curved in places that implied she past puberty. Her meatier thighs were wrapped up in denim which fought to do so. Her toned calves and down were covered in black shiny leather. Her shirt, what little there was, was light pink and shredded like she’d ripped it in half before putting it on to suit her needs.
Despite the intact pants, he noted there was a lot of skin showing. At first, he thought it was a shirt under her shirt, but noticed very quickly that they grey-purple coloring that mimicked deep bruising was her flesh.
She rose from her lying down position on the bike, her flat bottom boots slamming against the ground as her body rolled sexually up a straddle position over the bike. Her hand came up and through her long black hair, brushing it back and out of her face. He noted the ebony black horns that came in front of her head like a natural tiara, and lastly the thin tail that ended in a heart looking arrow tip.
He watched her stick out her tongue, then pull it back while exhaling carefully to form a large pink orb about the size of her head. It popped after the layers of gum became too thinly stretched, then deflated anti-climatically against her chin. All while it does, she tries to collect it back in her mouth as quickly as possible. When the expended bubble was put back into a wet wad in her mouth she grinned.
“Sup boys?” The Storm Demon sang before winking over at one of the more heavily armed men.
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Warning: Anything that involves Ash should be rated M. Possibly higher.
Erik Vrell : Ash has a 'love' fourth dimensional shape
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