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Captain David Humatha ran down the corridor toward the high speed gravity tube that would take him down the fourteen levels to the bridge. He reached out and stroked her quivering ass cheek, causing a deep, guttural moan to escape from her lips. He ran his hand down Fin’s back and listened to her howl in need. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article.
