<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"My God,"</span>Ianthe breathed nervously as he guided her head towards his lap. She was not a complete novice to oral sex, but her other partners had all been human and more naturally-proportioned. Resigning herself to her task, though, she opened her mouth to fit the head of his prodigious cock past her lips, then swirled her tongue around the tip in what she hoped was arousing while wrapping one slim hand around the base, and pumping gently. In that moment she envied some of the others at the Program who'd shown more aptitude for psychic manipulation than she had -- mentally spiking the Grey's lust in order to get him off quicker would have been a handy trick to know. As it was, she was left slobbering over what felt like endless meters of hard flesh, trying to force more of it past her protesting jaw, the effort leaving her gasping and dizzy and watery-eyed despite only managing to stimulate perhaps a third of the alien's shaft.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>