Time to taste the wrench wench

Tora wasn't one of the prettier of his companions, though she wasn't bad looking at all - her green eyes were actually quite striking, especially with her heavy mascara and bright blue hair. She was skinny, obnoxious, and right now was covered in sweat, half slathered with mechanical grease, dust, and assorted grime. He could feel himself getting rock hard just looking at her. Without saying a word, he took off the shirt of his body suit, tossing it aside, and slid off his shoes as he approached Tora.

"Not bad," she said, looking him over. "More muscle than flab. Not bad at all." She kicked off her boots, then slid her trousers and underwear off easily, pushing them aside with her foot.

The Outlander was surprised to see bright blue lettering tattooed just above her shaved pussy. When he looked closer, he could make out what it said. "The Bitch?" he asked for clarification.

"That's right, and a wicked bitch at that," Tora said, her annoying laugh filling the engine room. "So, big guy, you wanna kiss the bitch?"

Tora sat down in the swivel chair and spread her legs over the arms, baring her sex to him completely. The dark pink of her slit contrasted with her tawny skin and the fleshy petals already glistened with sweat and arousal. The Outlander knelt down before the chair and teased her at first, flicking his tongue along her smooth inner thighs, until she grabbed him, her fingers clutching a handful of his thick black hair, and jamming her face against her pussy. He ran his tongue up and down her slit, and she hissed with pleasure at his touch. Her juices flowed as he licked her, and as she started to moan, he slit his tongue into her entrance, fucking her with his tongue.

"Mmm, trust a fat guy to know how to eat," she said, biting her lip as her hips began to move. Her grip on his hair was starting to hurt his scalp, but he was too intent on pleasuring her with his tongue to pay it too much mind. He let his tongue caress her inner walls, then curled and rotated it as well as he was able. He knew he'd found the right spot when she gasped and clamped her thighs around his head. He kept stimulating her, Tora's moans broken by rapid, breathless profanity, until he could feel her body surge and buck and she shouted as she came all over his face. A few moments later, she released him, panting in the chair. She pushed him away with a light shove from her foot. "Not bad. Not bad at all. Alright, Commander, now you can get undressed," she said, her green eyes glinted with a naughty smile. She pulled off her sleeveless black shirt and dropped it next to the chair. Her breasts weren't especially large, but sat high on her chest, her aureoles a dark pink, her nipples visibly hard after her orgasm. Her body glistened with sweat as her flat belly rose and fell, her breathing getting back to normal.

The Outlander stood up and removed the rest of his bodysuit, folding the pants and putting them with the shirt. He could feel Tora's eyes on him as he hooked his thumbs into the shorts he wore beneath, and saw her lick her lips as he pulled them down, freeing his hard, thick cock.

"I thought you might have been packing another blaster in those shorts," Tora said with a grin. "But that's a much better weapon, if you know how to use it. And I'll be the judge of that."