celestial being makes a porno
anonymous
January 5 2009, 07:22:52 UTC
“Oh, oh. I know. I have an idea. Erde in fishnets on a street corner.”
“While prostitution seems to be a fairly stable industry, the profits may not adequately fulfill our need for funds.”
“Setsuna, tell me that isn’t really your best argument against selling my body.”
“Alternatively, Marie and I could have a bake sale…?”
Sumeragi sighed. Celestial Being’s financial situation basically consisted of black numbers getting smaller and smaller and turning into very large red ones. And every day, Gundams just kept getting damaged here and there, Ian for some reason was constantly purchasing bulk quantities of this e-carbon substance, there was an incoming message from call sign “the bookie” that Sumeragi refused to receive, and the ship kept running out of goddamn paper towels.
There had to be some source of revenue they could exploit.
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The cockpit of 00 Gundam lay open, waiting: altimeter and airspeed indicator at rest, flight panel still warm from use.
Setsuna could feel the engines just beginning to cool, could remember the sheer power now dormant within this machine of his. Setsuna leaned back in the seat, nylon cover gently sticking to his neck, misted with lukewarm sweat.
He unzipped his flight suit, tracing the fingers of his right hand down slowly along his collarbones, first, then lightly gracing a nipple and then trailing, trailing towards his navel. His skin prickled at the contact, exceedingly light; he bit back a shiver.
His left hand stroked the pneumatic actuator before brushing the switch at the end of the control panel, and 00 began to return to life. As sensors lit up and made whirring sounds Setsuna continued further south, further opening the flight suit as his hand traveled, until his fingers were just glancing the base of his cock.
“While prostitution seems to be a fairly stable industry, the profits may not adequately fulfill our need for funds.”
“Setsuna, tell me that isn’t really your best argument against selling my body.”
“Alternatively, Marie and I could have a bake sale…?”
Sumeragi sighed. Celestial Being’s financial situation basically consisted of black numbers getting smaller and smaller and turning into very large red ones. And every day, Gundams just kept getting damaged here and there, Ian for some reason was constantly purchasing bulk quantities of this e-carbon substance, there was an incoming message from call sign “the bookie” that Sumeragi refused to receive, and the ship kept running out of goddamn paper towels.
There had to be some source of revenue they could exploit.
--
The cockpit of 00 Gundam lay open, waiting: altimeter and airspeed indicator at rest, flight panel still warm from use.
Setsuna could feel the engines just beginning to cool, could remember the sheer power now dormant within this machine of his. Setsuna leaned back in the seat, nylon cover gently sticking to his neck, misted with lukewarm sweat.
He unzipped his flight suit, tracing the fingers of his right hand down slowly along his collarbones, first, then lightly gracing a nipple and then trailing, trailing towards his navel. His skin prickled at the contact, exceedingly light; he bit back a shiver.
His left hand stroked the pneumatic actuator before brushing the switch at the end of the control panel, and 00 began to return to life. As sensors lit up and made whirring sounds Setsuna continued further south, further opening the flight suit as his hand traveled, until his fingers were just glancing the base of his cock.
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