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La Teniente Katsun

7.50.

The landing maneuver has begun.

Tomorrow we will start maneuvers with our allies.

This is my third mission.

Although this will be the first time that I am at the orders of Commander

Dean.

An athletic and seductive woman with a very special charm.

He tried to escape, but I have captivated him with my charms.

Like everyone else.

Who can resist the charm of a woman with a uniform?

This will be the first time that I embark with fresh cadets and newly

graduated from the Naval Academy.

This will be his first mission, his baptism of fire.

Or rather, I should say, his baptism in the sea, with everything that it entails

in respect to tradition, with its novelties.

The rest of the crew does not hide their anxiety by knowing that they will have

to share a long journey in the company of such tempting little lambs.

Oh!

This is the machine room.

For a long time, women were denied the right to board the ships, so the sailors

were forced to look for adventures wherever they sailed.

A woman in each port.

From the simple sailor to the captain, no one was exempt from this rule of

clandestine romance.

From easy-going waitresses found in portholes, to high society ladies who

move in aristocratic environments.

One last kiss.

One last caress. One last look.

An easy and secret love.

One last kiss.

One last caress.

One last goodbye.

no no

I'm not sure.

I know.

Oh, you do?

Let me do it.

What if it works?

It won't work.

Let's see.

Tiesa.

Que humedo.

La quiero, la quiero.

Yeah, see.

And you too.

Let's go.

Let's go back.

How well I've done.

Is it that desire to live an unusual adventure?

The taste for danger?

Or simply the excitement for being surprised?

Some cannot resist the temptation to bring their conquests aboard again, even

risking disciplinary measures.

But a beautiful smile and a pair of legs like these, wouldn't they make anyone

forget the evils of the world?

Let's go in.

oh oh

oh

I see him.

Don't you see that you are in a boat?

Wait, sir.

Third week on board.

The body begins to present the first symptoms of fatigue.

The tension becomes more and more palpable in the environment.

And although everyone intends to maintain control, the spirit lights up.

The bodies heat up. The feelings are at the forefront.

Pacific direction north.

Modifying route.

Yes, sir.

We have a problem.

Timonel, faster!

Huh?

All right.

Yes.

Yes.

Molded bodies dressed in uniform.

The breasts marked on their shirts.

Their asses buried in their skirts.

Who can resist such a temptation?

And what sailor can resist such a charming novice? The incarnation of the

same provocation. What a scare!

I was thinking... No, no, nothing.

I haven't seen anything.

What about it?

But if there are good ones, there are also vicious ones.

Those who even pretend to have worked badly to later offer their sexual

enchantments. Their exacerbated desire.

Without limits.

For the front and for the back.

Hey.

Fantastic.

Si.

Muy bien.

Yeah.

And again.

Día 56 de travesía.

Volvemos a puerto.

El tiempo es tormentoso.

Ya no podemos más.

Algo está a punto de suceder, estoy segura.

La tensión es demasiado palpable.

No podemos reprimir por mucho más tiempo nuestro deseo, nuestras fantasías.

Salute.

It's okay, it's okay.

Please.

I'm the captain. Where's the captain?

How are you?

Oh, see?

Enrolaos. Reenganchaos.

Para un embarque permanente.

Destino Pitera.

Un embarque para vuestros deseos más oscuros.