#103046 - She’d been struggling for hours to get her ship back in working shape, a fuse had blown in the navigation computer while her ship had been in Slipspace, forcing an emergency reemergence into reality. Aria attempted to move her hands back down to her clit, but felt resistance, glancing from side to side she noticed that long fleshy tentacles had curled around her arms, holding them spread out, she moaned in frustration and began bucking her hips, desperately trying to get herself off again. Desperately she sent a mental command to her heads up display, she could send a command to the drones, to have them find her and take her back to the shuttle for medical quarantine, but even as she tried to navigate to the emergency response activation, something stronger in her whipped through folders, finding her stash of pornography and filled her vision and hearing with the sounds and sights of sex.
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