As the Grey raised her ankles Ianthe found herself flat on her back, still kneading at her own chest despite the gyrations of her full breasts. The increasing ferocity of his pounding left her shrieking breathlessly in time with his thrusts, for all that she was now arching her hips upwards to meet them. For a ridiculous moment she felt like a bystander, a passenger in her own body, which had evidently decided to satisfy its needy ache by not only letting the small alien have his way with her, but by actively encouraging her debasement. Then she saw white, her pussy clutching wildly around his cock as her blissful screams echoed through the workshop.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>