We soon reached back the port area, and it still smelled like salt and diesel.
I glanced back one last time.
The busty MILF who I took her with me was bent over a crate, knees shaking.
Thick cum steadily dripped from her stretched asshole down her inner thighs.
Her tongue lolled out the side of her mouth, eyes half-lidded in that post-orgasm haze.
Next to her the younger subordinate—early twenties, short black hair—was in the exact same position.
Ass up, hole winking and leaking.
A long string of white connected her puffy rim to the concrete.
"Fuuuck… thank you, hero," the milf slurred, voice hoarse.
"My ass feels so owned right now."
The subordinate just whimpered agreement, too blissed out to form full sentences.
I smirked, adjusted my pants, and kept walking.
Inside the dorm control room the nerdy surveillance girl was already waiting.
Glasses, messy ponytail, absolutely massive ass stuffed into tight cargo shorts.
