Re: USS Theurgy: What if - The Public Baths
Reply #77 –
[ Lt. Cmdr Leon Marquez & Lt. JG Alessia "Angel" Garcia | The Public Baths | Vector 1 | Deck 12 ]
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Biting her lip as she rode roughly, Angel dizzily replied, beyond caring about any challenge now, she was too lost in her activity, but her tirelessly sassy attitude couldn't say no to Lillee. "3-times-stronger... yeah right! Ai, Leon! <3" she panted before edging him on in their native language for more than half of an intense minute before replying sensibly, "Ah! Hahaha,... Sure, just don't--oh...mmm-- brag that Romulans-- Ah!-- invented... Hmm!... coming before.... *Panting* anyone... else...!" She shut her eyes as she began to find her womanhood losing control of itself as she answered.
Angel continued to aggressively but carefully grind her bare, puffy passage to house leon's wide, hot and -- ai!-- wonderfully-long member, which managed to still curve and match the rest of her athlete's body, fitting as perfectly as he did when they were originally together. Once again, as cohabitants, they made a happy and spirited couple to accent eachother, as if their hearts had attuned to one rhythm.
After a series of micro-squats onto his shaft, she held herself onto him as she shut her eyes and her lush lips formed an o-shape as she arched her back and lowered her upper torso and her 32B breasts onto Leon's chest. Angel's juices began to overflow as she writhed at his tightening embrace and her taut, sensitive thighs encircled him from her cowgirl position. Leon held one of those fleshy aroused peaks between his lips and moaned into it rhythmically with every thrust or lunge by either of them. It wasn't long before both of them felt a pending surge in the torrid exchange. She seemed like she was going to win this round atop. Angel placed both her hands around his head while raking his hair and massaging his neck sweetly, just a dozen short erratic breaths were enough to pant increasingly in a preclimatic adagio.
Marquez had other plans as he embraced her waist after moving his free hand tightly around her moist, pulsating excitement, securing a good grip on one half of that firm but voluptuous ass of hers that she all too happily gripped and rewarded with a shift up as he raised his mighty soccer-trained legs to form a grip for her to lean into. Alessia thrashed her head about and leaned onto him, letting her wavy black hair drape around her lover as she touched her forehead to his.
At this mind-numbing surge of ecstasy, Alessia released her legs' grip on him as her butt settled on what she thought was the final move. She was mistaken as Leon abruptly thrust upward in concert with a loud kiss that was enough for him to seize the upper hand as he thrust once into her, and Alessia's coherent thoughts vanished in a final explosion of passion; her navel felt as if it was a experiencing warp core breach as her moans of bliss were caught in a blood-rushing kiss that had them both moaning into eachother. Marquez spent the next few final moments thrashing in to her enough to nearly drown out some disembodied voice breaking up their shared climax. She didn't care who spoke their way, but Angel wasn't done yet, not after that thrill.
A few breaths later and a blissful giggle, Angel sat up and came to her senses as she cleaned herself off with a towel and got a drink as Leon did the same, leaning naked against the steamroom's bench and wall.