Chapter 15: A large-breasted chase
The large-breasted alien commander was running away...
Julian darted forward, after the running commander.
He knew she wouldn't go far with this mission of hers. And even now that she was running, he could bet that she wouldn't go too far. And how could she?, when large heavy melons rested on her chest and then below her back.
Hurijaa paused, catching her breath as she watched Julian take on the running commander.
The space between him and the commander was quite large, the distance rather, but then, after a while, Julian was stretching his hands forward, almost at the empress's long hair.
It seemed like he wouldn't make it. And why? There was a machine up ahead and just by the looks of it, Julian was sure it could fly.
"Damn," he suddenly muttered under his breath, reeling himself from falling.
For someone with large breasts and an enormous ass, the commander was very fast. And that seemed to be the same with Hurijaa—she was also very fast even though she had large breasts and all.
So maybe the breasts and the ass were large but not heavy, or was it just some weird alien sensation that they could carry heavy things and run?
But when Hurijaa's large breasts had fallen on his face, they were heavy, so...
Julian sighed and concentrated on the mission at hand.