Rules are meant to be bent over

You are confident if you reassemble the crew you can finally venture deeper past the port provincial town that has derailed your plan to claim this new land for your own. Your plan didn't originally include being sodomised and **** but the friends you made during the long lonely nights on the ship only furthered your resolve to reunite worth your companions no matter the cost. You couldn't deny that just the thought of your late night trysts on the ship made your hips begin to simmer. It seemed that even the memory of the very vanilla and natural release of energy, compared to the gratuitous girl sex she had witnessed, had made my loins stir with intense passion. You check around the building ducking into precarious claustrophobic alleys when you found a small window into the building. The window seemingly unsecured was at waist height but was perhaps just large enough to squeeze through, but it was going to be really tight for someone of your bust and waistline.