FBI Agent Dana “Foxy” Sculder had followed reports of strange lights in the sky out to a deserted country road. Then the truck’s engine stopped.

And her engine started.

Foxy had never felt so horny so quickly. Lights, brighter than the sun, filled the sky. She couldn’t think enough to study them. She only knew that wherever the light touched her skin felt amazing.

She had to offer it more skin.

Stripping out of her clothes, Agent Sculder left herself open, compliant, and aroused to meet her close encounter of the sixth kind.

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