Koover gets into the proper rhythm of pleasing her. She squeezes her breasts tighter around the Amazon's lengthy shaft.

"Who wants to know?"

She ain't gonna give out her secrets that easily.

Koover presses her two pillows together, rubbing them up and down the wanderer's pulsating shaft.

The vet licks her lips, slowly picking up speed.

"I haven't seen you around here. First time, babe?"

She's greeted not by a look of fear, but one of surprise, and then one of abject hunger.

It looks like the soldier is a little excited~

"Just a merc- but I like the term contractor~"

She slips the "mutation", between her large, pillowy breasts.

Koover's seen war firsthand, as if a little mutation would stop her.

With a smile, the redhead pulls her shorts down...~

Turns out that she's still hard at work~

Overtime plays double, afterall~

"Surely, I guess. What makes a man like you so deserving of it then?"

"Can't say I've ever seen one of these titans of yours, much less killed one. I'd have to see it first."

"I can't say I've ever worked a deathclaw before... At the same time, what's bigger than a deathclaw?"

"Glad you can find some positivity from it, which is better than most could do..."

"And your 'fluffy touch', the hell is that mean?"

"I figured, honestly. It must be hard being so different in a world full of people. Are there other lambs like you? Or- just you?"

"I've worked dirty jobs before, I mean, working with boats ain't exactly white-color shit, yunno? What do you have in mind?"

"Work's been drying up lately, whatcha got?"