Abandoned World: The Awakening

Some might say that people get used to it. That people are afraid. But no. That's ridiculous.

People want to make the choices that have been made for them. We can argue a lot about the reasons for that. But the result is the same: people choose what was chosen for them more readily than what they chose for themselves. Peyton realized this rule a long time ago. Back when he was just starting to be a guide to this inane crowd, who wanted answers more than they wanted to be rich in something. And when they got those answers, they demanded explanations. Then explanations of explanations, and so many times, feeding with time only on this.

Finally, Delaney appeared. Long red hair, braided into a pigtail. Tall, slender. Dressed not in a tight jumpsuit like most of her peers, but in a short red skirt and a similarly colored blouse with a neckline. She knows how to dress. And to make her breasts look nice when she gives him a blowjob while kneeling in front of him. She knows why she's here.

She carefully closed the door behind her and walked over to the elder, hiding her gaze slightly somewhere downward:

— Missed me, huh?

— I missed you, of course… I thought about you all night… You locked the door behind you, didn't you?

— Of course I locked up Peyte…

Delaney was already kneeling in front of him, slowly running her hand from the inside of his thighs to his crotch:

— Something's locked, something needs to be unlocked.

She unzipped the fly of his pants and then reached inside with the palm of her hand, fumbling for his hardening cock:

— You don't mind if we start with that, do you?

— No, I don't mind at all, Delhi…..

He was amazed at his own abilities. She herself had begun to ask such valid questions concerning herself. This was truly a new level. Not just answering his questions correctly. But asking the right questions of her own. Basically, begging him to do what he needed to do. This is very typical of people who have found their footing in a world where they so desperately need other people's solutions. This thought made Peyton even more excited, and after a couple of moments he felt as if he was ready to start exploding….

As she gave her blowjob, he thought about how he wouldn't mind finding some backup after all. She did it too well, though. So good that if something happened to her opinion, if she happened to say no, he might lose his temper and go along with it. That's very dangerous. Therefore, it's still

necessary to find some kind of replacement for this case. The new candidate might not do so well, but at least it would be something until Delaney came back.

It was amazing still, what inferences Peyton sometimes came up with. He could see how great he was with her, and that was why he was so desperate to think of backup options. In his mind, that was called a pretty high survivability. You couldn't sink a guy like him.

I mean, it sounds ridiculous right now. You will. Where can you sink anything here, when all available water at the station is saved so that urine is recycled. They recycle everything just to give the water another new cycle. Water. Not him. He doesn't and can't have any cycles. He's eternal. He can do anything, and more.

In these moments, his mind began to work strangely. At first he thought he was having an orgasm, but it was nothing to do with that. It was as if something on the left side of his head began to penetrate him, and then it squeezed strangely inside. Right in his brain.

Peyton put his right hand on Delaney's head, which was making occasional forward movements, and squeezed it a little at first, and then harder once, and then again once more and much harder, completely unaware of what was happening around and to him.

The girl shrieked and quickly recoiled from him:

— Patey, what are you doing?!

— Oh, I'm sorry, baby… I overexerted myself " Peyton didn't realize what he'd just done. He

felt like it wasn't him, knowing it was his hand. And that no one else could have done it…

But it didn't turn out to be anything scary, for Delaney only smiled with one side of her lips and waggled her eyebrow intriguingly:

— You like it so much that you can't even control yourself. Well, let's see how you can

control it….

She started on his cock with renewed effort, turning her head from side to side and helping herself with both hands. He really began to feel like he had stars in his head from the excitement. He groaned with pleasure and leaned back in his chair slightly. How cool it was to have a woman willing to give you such pleasure. When you will sit in your chair, and she will only bow to you and caress your manhood. He was about to say, "You're not going to stop, are you?" but then she took her eyes off her work and asked softly:

— I should keep going, right?