Chief Petty Officer Unamo spreads her knees wider as she scrolls down on her datapad.
“So, as you can see from the...” A moan, unbidden, escapes her lips. “From the quarterly report, sir, we've made significant savings in the personnel department.”
“Mmhmm,” General Hux agrees.
“Eighty percent can be put down to the recent elimination of overtime pay in favour of a salary structure for all non-commissioned officers...oh, sir!” She yelps as Hux's teeth graze over her clitoris. He looks up from where he kneels on the floor, a grin on his face, and carefully licks the affected spot. He pulls her legs further apart, hooking them over his shoulders, and continues to massage her clit with one long, narrow finger as he plunges his tongue in deep.
General Hux enjoys cunnilingus. Really enjoys it. He and Unamo aren't a couple or anything like it, but she has found that indulging her commanding officer in this regard has led to considerable benefits for her. Beyond the obvious.
“Sir!” Unamo warns, teetering on the brink. Hux slurps noisily, a most undignified sound, his tongue fluttering deep inside her. Unamo comes with a gasp and a groan, her thighs tightening around his head. He doesn't complain. Rather the reverse. Hux moans as well, and Unamo knows he has come off, untouched as usual.
He really enjoys cunnilingus.
Unamo rests for a moment, then climbs off the meeting room table. As she pulls up her underwear and uniform trousers, she notices an indecent sheen around Hux's mouth and on his chin. “Sir...” She begins, wanting to warn him.
“Thank you, Unamo,” he says, as he always does.
“You may wish to wipe off...”
“I'm fine.” He heads back onto the bridge, her juices glistening on his face.
Unamo, strangely, finds this the most erotic aspect of the encounter. Back on the bridge, she takes her place and discreetly adds another private budgetary meeting to the General's calendar.
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“So, as you can see from the...” A moan, unbidden, escapes her lips. “From the quarterly report, sir, we've made significant savings in the personnel department.”
“Mmhmm,” General Hux agrees.
“Eighty percent can be put down to the recent elimination of overtime pay in favour of a salary structure for all non-commissioned officers...oh, sir!” She yelps as Hux's teeth graze over her clitoris. He looks up from where he kneels on the floor, a grin on his face, and carefully licks the affected spot. He pulls her legs further apart, hooking them over his shoulders, and continues to massage her clit with one long, narrow finger as he plunges his tongue in deep.
General Hux enjoys cunnilingus. Really enjoys it. He and Unamo aren't a couple or anything like it, but she has found that indulging her commanding officer in this regard has led to considerable benefits for her. Beyond the obvious.
“Sir!” Unamo warns, teetering on the brink. Hux slurps noisily, a most undignified sound, his tongue fluttering deep inside her. Unamo comes with a gasp and a groan, her thighs tightening around his head. He doesn't complain. Rather the reverse. Hux moans as well, and Unamo knows he has come off, untouched as usual.
He really enjoys cunnilingus.
Unamo rests for a moment, then climbs off the meeting room table. As she pulls up her underwear and uniform trousers, she notices an indecent sheen around Hux's mouth and on his chin. “Sir...” She begins, wanting to warn him.
“Thank you, Unamo,” he says, as he always does.
“You may wish to wipe off...”
“I'm fine.” He heads back onto the bridge, her juices glistening on his face.
Unamo, strangely, finds this the most erotic aspect of the encounter. Back on the bridge, she takes her place and discreetly adds another private budgetary meeting to the General's calendar.