Deep in the lab, 17:20 hits. Ops done. My seven stunners stare back: dark Shéhé, brunette Monica, fiery Cary, tattooed Nena, Japanese Shimisu, black gymnast Tara, tiny Native Chilali. Plus my sweet Jajapur. All ravenous. Cunts dripping, tits heaving. My cock throbs. Overdose incoming.
Jajapur nods. Wake the four dudes. She coaches ’em. Takes three girls. I grab the rest. Tara’s ebony curves, Chilali’s petite frame. Squaw’s got fire in her eyes. Small tits, tight ass. We hit the vortex controls. Need surface exit.
The Awakening Rush
Chilali smirks. Electricity glitch. Slips under the panel. Flat chest helps. Boom. Flips the switch. Palette zaps up. Success. We pounce. Kiss her hard. She demands more. Lies back. Tara squats, smothers her face with that scarlet-black pussy. Juicy lips grind.
Chilali begs. Fuck my ass, Batisor. Deflower it rough. Twist my tiny tits. Hurt me bad. I hesitate. Her rosebud’s virgin tight. Push. Head pops in. She screams. Blood trickles. But she bucks. Deeper. My boa coils in her hot chute. She howls ecstasy. Tara moans, fingering her own rack. Chilali shatters. I flood her guts. Tara laps my bloody cock. Milks me dry in her vise-grip snatch.
Raw Forbidden Fucks
Hours later, orgy erupts. Dudes arrive gassed. Partouze chaos. I claim Shimisu. Her bald mound, sparse black pubes. Dive in. Lemon tits poke. She sucks soft, teasing. Jajapur joins, jealous slurps.
Morning brief. Surface gamble. Nena, Cyprien volunteer first. Vortex swallows ’em. Tension peaks. They’re good. Air safe. Robots rule topside. Halo vitrified humans, big animals. We’re alone. Gods now.