Damien noticed a small white LED light on the back of the clasp, flashing every few seconds. The image was quite evocative, her jaw forced wide, standing naked in front of him with her delectable t**s on display. 'Blowjob Required' came the next message, and Reyan glanced over to the exit, seeing the button in the airlock that had been glowing green on the way in, was no longer lit.
Shrugging at him, she lowered to her knees, sitting back for a moment to run her hands through her black hair and collect the tendrils she had left trailing out of her ponytail. Reyan adjusted it until they were all secured in her black scrunchie, thinking amusedly to herself what an excellent maid of honour she was, putting the good of the bride before her own. Smirking and rising up onto her knees, she caref
