Sweet Surprise For Valentine’s Day!

My name is Avery Harper, MD, PhD, and I’m not afraid to die. I croaked that I desperately needed nutrition. I pushed at it slightly, and it yielded like a flexible bag of water, that consistency. I’ve set up tubes within the reach of my mouth to give me water and nutrition enough to last that time. It was keeping the researchers busy. The debrief was done by the end of the day. My friend, Doctor Bertrand Lane, was waiting for me in front of the hangar. I threw off my wetsuit and underwear and swam desperately over to him, my mouth already wide open for him. I begged and begged, and finally they let me enter the hemisphere in a wetsuit, without the space suit and limited air supply. My entire body was becoming an incredible throbbing, aching receptacle of pleasure as the being continued to penetrate and fuck his way down my digestive tract at his own inquisitive pace with his firm hot electric appendage ever sliding all the way, pressurizing, and thrusting forward. I climaxed again and thrashed more.