<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/6ySw6Sb.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Kimberly Danielson</strong></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hallway -> Extractor Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Reyna<br/><hr/><br/>As Reyna came over, Kimberly couldn't help but look her over, hunger and desire dancing in her eyes.  This had to be the new girl that was mentioned, and even if Kimberly wore baggy jeans to keep her erections hidden, what she was thinking was still very obvious.  It had been a very difficult day.<br/><br/>At first, Reyna's kind words and show of compassion helped a little, with some of the temper fading from her, but as Reyna didn't even know<em>why</em>Kimberly didn't use the extractors, she couldn't help but feel fury, rage dancing in her eyes as she threw open the door to the Extractor Room.<br/><br/>"Because your machine nearly ripped my dick off!" she yelled, an exaggeration of the actual event at best if Reyna checked the records, but it had certainly felt that way at the time.  For a moment, she was ready to yell all the more, but she caught herself, taking a slow, steady breath.  “I’m sorry...” she said gently, looking away.  “It’s not you I’m mad at.  I’m...terrified, every time I try to use it,” she admitted.  The words were difficult for her.  “I can’t relax when I use it, so I can’t cum, and that’s the one time I even brought myself to try.”<br/><br/>Temper reasonably in check, she looked to Reyna.  “Is there any other option?” she asked.