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Chapter 2 by Overcharge Overcharge

Who's the lesbo we're converting today?

dommy mommy-Helen

She lets out a soft, breathy chuckle, her eyes dancing with a sudden, predatory spark of mischief that replaces the previous sentimentality. Her fingers don't just rest on his hand; they begin to slide upward, tracing the veins of his wrist with a slow, deliberate pressure that feels far more intimate than a simple gesture of comfort.

"But don't think for a second that my 'soft side' means you've won the battle, Commander," she purrs, her voice dropping an octave into a sultry, commanding register. She leans forward, the movement causing her deep neckline to shift, offering a generous view of her K cup breasts as they press against the edge of the table. The motherly warmth is still there, but it's being overtaken by a hunger that is distinctly more... assertive.

"You've been so tense lately. All that responsibility, all those orders..." Her gaze drops from his eyes, traveling down his chest, past his waist, until her piercing blue eyes lock onto the unmistakable, heavy bulge straining against his trousers. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across her lips a look of pure, unadulterated appreciation for the sheer scale of what he's hiding. "And you've been carrying around such a heavy burden, haven't you? It looks... quite substantial. Almost a bit much for one man to handle alone."

She stands up slowly, her tall, athletic frame casting a shadow over him. She doesn't break eye contact as she walks around the table, her hips swaying with a rhythmic, hypnotic grace. When she reaches him, she doesn't sit; she stands between his legs, her hands coming to rest firmly on his shoulders, her thumbs kneading the muscle there.

"I've always been good at taking the brunt of things, haven't I? Absorbing impact, managing pressure..." She leans down, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear, her breath warm and teasing. "Why don't you let me take care of you? Let me show you exactly how a Bulwark handles a load this... massive. I promise, Commander... by the time I'm done with you, you won't be thinking about mission reports at all."

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