Cris Commando whips out his meat pole to fuck amazing Amy Quinns mouth. No razor bumps, no cuts, and, most importantly, no ingrowns. We use premium beer from the Original Gravity Brewing Company to deliver the botanical benefits of grains and hops. That would be sad, but you know, you can kind of accept that. Brunette latina makes Cris Commandos fuck stick harder before getting her mouth drilled. Not apparent on the contour map was the fact that the northeast face of No Name Hill is a sheer cliff. If I started to use one now I'd get a bit of itching and redness.
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Cortain opts to take a big swig of some unidentified oil he took in transit as he stares out the Caestus's limited viewports. Keep your augurs open. Now there comes the distinct explosive pop of a flare, and everyone turns to see. The Commandos spend much of their time in O'Malley's for now, sharing ideas of what to carve the corer plate into, while Brynjol can only wonder why there is so much Mjod about. The Commandos don't quite understand, but accept Cortain's wisdom and move on. Cortain scans the door with his Auspex.
Even after 50 years, the population is still recovering. For heavens sake, there are etiquette tutors out there. Pinging with augurs, it is clear the asteroid belt is rich in minerals. One is incredibly large, and looks thick with armored ceramite. Entering Barkley Canton, it's quite claustrophobic - these halls were not meant for spess mareens. Temur all-out loses consciousness, falling where he stands. Lost Cargo 3 by Various.
Accelerator Cannon primed. Brynjol prods one of the blue pulses with his axehead warily, creating more pulses, as he impacts the ground. His grandfather retired as a lieutenant general. As the Commandos suit up, appropriate transport for Terminators is readied, as the Blade takes its place amongst the unnerving wreckage of the Scar. There is no doubt about the order of his priorities at a time like this. But you still feel like you; you're the same as always—a little bit afraid of fucking up. We're trained to get in, hit a target, kill the enemy, and friggin' pull back to our ships again.