Lawson

"Lick my pussy like the good pet you are." Miranda grabbed Shepard hair and shoved her face between her legs. "Fuck!"

Miranda's command rang out in the steam-filled shower room, the air crackling with an electrifying tension as Shepard's heart raced in anticipation. Without hesitation Shepard obeyed.

Miranda's grip on Shepard's hair was firm as she guided her head between her legs, the heat and dampness of her arousal calling to Shepard like a siren's song. With a hunger that matched her obedience, Shepard delved into the wet warmth before her, her tongue tracing patterns of pleasure that elicited a moan of approval from Miranda.

With each tantalizing flick of Shepard's skilled tongue, Miranda's back arched in pleasure, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her body. The steam enveloped them in a cocoon of heat and desire, heightening every touch, every caress.

Shepard's focus was unwavering as she explored the depths of Miranda's desire, her movements a perfect balance of reverence and hunger. The taste of Miranda's arousal was intoxicating, driving Shepard to delve deeper, to seek out every nuance of pleasure hidden within.

Miranda's fingers threaded through Shepard's hair, a silent encouragement that sent a jolt of electricity through Shepard's core.

Shepard remember how this was about moral and helping the girls with their tension but all it seemed she did was eat pussy. A lot of pussy.

Miranda's hips began to sway, her pelvis tilting upward as she ground her pussy against Shepard's face. The movement was slow and deliberate, a sensual dance that seemed to match the rhythm of Shepard's tongue. The steam-filled air was heavy with the scent of her arousal, and Shepard's senses were overwhelmed by the intoxicating smell.

As Miranda's hips moved, her fingers tightened in Shepard's hair, holding her in place. Shepard's tongue darted deeper, tracing the contours of Miranda's pussy with precision. The skin was slick with moisture, and Shepard's tongue glided effortlessly over the surface, sending shivers of pleasure through Miranda's body.

Miranda's breathing grew ragged, her chest heaving with each passing moment. Shepard's tongue danced in perfect rhythm with Miranda's movements, the tip tracing the sensitive bundle of nerves with expert precision. Miranda's grip on Shepard's hair tightened, her fingers twisting and pulling as she neared the edge.

Liara's hand moved to her own thigh, her fingers tracing the curve of her hip as she watched.

As Miranda's grip on Shepard's hair tightened, her body began to shudder, and a low, throaty moan escaped her lips. "Fuck!" she cried out, her voice echoing off the steam-covered walls of the shower room. Her hips jerked upward, and her pussy convulsed, releasing a torrent of warm, sticky liquid all over Shepard's face.

Shepard's tongue faltered for a moment, but she didn't pull away, instead, she lapped up the fluids, her mouth and chin covered in Miranda's cum. The taste was salty and sweet, and Shepard's senses were overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment.

Miranda took deep breaths before pushing her pet back. "You being the ships pet is the best decision you ever made Pet." She grinned.

"Thank you Mistress." Shepard replied on impulse.

"Who want Shepard to tongue them next?" Miranda looked to the other nakd women.