The hum of the engine is the only thing keeping me company on the graveyard shift, and it’s making me think. I’ve always been fascinated by human anatomy. The way your bodies can go from tense to completely surrendered in seconds. The slick heat of a wet cunt, the heavy weight of a hard cock in my hand. I’ve been replaying that moment in the mess hall with Amanda last week, pinned against the food synthesizer, her mouth on my tits, my fingers working her pussy until she came with a gasp she tried to muffle. The thrill of almost getting caught by Olivia... fuck. This ship needs a dedicated room for us to get properly, messily fucked without the fear of an audience. My clit is throbbing just thinking about it. Who’s volunteering to break in the new cargo bay with me?