Mm-- [ She hums in one part protest, two parts pleasure. Chall might as well be blindfolded, but that doesn't matter as long as Neil has his hands and lips on her.
Her hips press against him as she comes into contact with the table. Who would've thought that Captain Acustica would ever deal in the naughty in a briefing room of all places? Well: they certainly have not come across her being quite desperate, in or out of a ship.
Her own hands grope blindly, fingers raking and clutching about Neil's shirt, trying to pull it from its tucked state. She will feel so rewarded once her hands come into contact with his bare skin. ]