A/N: I'm surprised how many votes this particular fic got when I introduced it in polls; guess people really like Salt Lake City. Personally I prefer her much more than Pence-A-Cola, the bane of my cube rolls, but to each their own~
That said, enjoy~
Unwinding
The summer sun was hot as it shined over the Naval Base, its unadulterated rays filtering down through the sparse white clouds that languidly drifted overhead, the frequent cawing of seagulls accompanying the vibrant sunshine.
Outdoors many Ship-Girls took this as a sign to cool off. Some stayed indoors in the shade, fanning themselves with whatever convenient object they could find whilst others discreetly stripped off in their bedrooms; cold showers a common culprit of their nudity. Other however went outdoors, enjoying the searing sunlight, and some even went the middle route between the two and cheekily went skinny-dipping in the rivers near the base.
''Haah...''
The Commander found himself unable to take part in either solution, forced to stay in his office under the desperately-working AC, his pen scribbling across paper after paper. Work however was slow, not least because of the copious amount of distractions coming his way.
After all, it was hot. Therefore many of the girls dressed-down, especially those who usually wore heavier clothing... which meant more than a few girls came into his office in bikini tops or loose tank tops, some having modified their uniform whilst others just outright picked something skimpier from their wardrobes. They weren't even trying to tease him or anything; they were just trying to stay cool. Teasing him inadvertently was just a side-effect of that.
And while he normally would be nursing a private bulge if he caught a glimpse of Arizona's generous, soft-looking cleavage, considering the weather such arousal only heated him up further.
''Mn...'' He shook his head, dispelling the attractive thought from his mind.
It was fruitless however, more thoughts plaguing him. Of spotting Honolulu getting dragged to the beach in her revealing black bikini. Of the tomboyish Z1 running around topless and cackling as Z23 chased after her. Of checking the security cameras only to find several naked subordinates giggling and sneaking through the brush, soon dipping down into the river, splashing each other merrily.
It was only because his secretary was in the room that he didn't stay and watch.
A secretary who mercifully came and snapped him out of his increasingly-aroused thoughts.
''Oi, Commander~'' A hand slapped itself down onto his desk, jolting him out of his perverse thoughts.
''Ah, yes?'' He gazed up into a pair of familiar, deep green eyes.
Salt Lake City looked back, smirking at him. ''You're daydreaming again. I get that it's hot, but just try and bear with it, yeah?''
''Y-Yeah. Right.'' He coughed into his hand, sitting up. ''The heat's just really going for me I think.''
''Yeah. That's the reason.'' Salt Lake City cheekily commented. ''You're totally not thinking about chasing after some girls~''
He blushed. ''W-What gave you that impression?''
''Oh, you know.'' The green-haired girl smugly crossed her arms under her bust. ''The fact that you ogled Arizona like she dropped some chocolate between her tits, or the fact you couldn't stop checking out Georgia's ass when she left the room.''
''Was it that obvious?''
''A girl like me can see the signs.'' She laid a hand on her chest as she said that, almost posing in her moment of smug pride. ''Gotta keep a keen eye out for creeps after all.''
''Right.'' He nodded slightly, chuckling. ''I hope I don't fall into that category.''
''Nah, you're cool.'' Salt Lake casually replied. ''Hell, the only girls around who'd call you a creep would be the likes of 'lulu and Hammann, but they'd call a plant a pervert if one of its branches swatted their ass on the way past.''
The light-hearted joke elicited a chuckle from his throat, the amusement helping distract him from his prior thoughts.
''Good to know.'' The Commander smiled up at his loyal subordinate. ''Though don't tell Arizona what I was doing, please. She'd get self-conscious about it if she knew.''
''Of course.'' Salt Lake shrugged, smiling. ''Though it do some good for her confidence, knowing you were checking her out. Girl goes crazy when you compliment her, y'know?''
''Does she?'' He raised a brow, surprised.
''Well, not crazy, but I caught her giggling and beaming after you complimented her dress at the festival earlier this year.'' Salt Lake noted. ''You could probably flatter her a little more every now and again, would do her some good.''
''I'll keep that in mind.'' The Commander mused, picking up his pen. ''Though I'll wait until she's in something more casual. It'd probably come off as perverted if I only dropped a compliment when she was in a swimsuit.''
''Fair enough.'' The Heavy Cruiser mused. ''Speaking of which, why you still wearing all that stuff?''
''Hm?''
''Your uniform.'' Salt Lake gestured at him, exasperated. ''It's the height of summer. Hot enough out there to fry an egg on the concrete. Yet you're still hear wearing a full suit-and-tie. Just loosen up a bit, will ya?''
The Commander chuckled and shook his head. ''I have to maintain an image, you know.''
''What, that you're immune to heat?'' Salt Lake sarcastically responded. ''Seriously, just take off your jacket at least. You'll just end up looking like an idiot if you get sent to Vestal with a heatstroke.''
The Commander sighed, but decided to comply, if only to ease Salt Lake's concerns. Unbuttoning his jacket he slipped his arms out of it, laying it back over his chair behind him, leaving his torso clad in a white button-up shirt. That done he fixated Salt Lake with an expectant look.
She rolled her eyes. ''Good. At least you'll be slightly cooler. What's with that aversion anyway? To loosening up.''
''I'm not averse to it.'' The Commander grumbled, picking up his pen once more. ''I just find it a little embarrassing.''
''What, seeing girls showing some skin?'' A teasing lilt entered Salt Lake's voice again. ''I get with some of the bustier girls like 'zona and 'lulu, but with everyone? Unless you got a fetish for stomachs and shoulders I don't see what's so wrong 'bout it.''
His cheeks warmed up a bit. ''Well, it's just... attractive, guess. Might just be too used to seeing people in uniform that seeing them in less than that is... quite the sight.''
''Oh~?'' Salt Lake City strutted in front of his desk. ''What 'bout me then? I catch your eye?''
''You're good-looking, yeah.'' The Commander had no qualms about answering that.
''Heh. Nice answer.'' The green-haired cruiser smirked.
The Commander hummed, leaning forwards a bit. ''What about you? Aren't you bothered showing some skin?''
''Meh, it's fine. Plus if any pervert tries to grope me, I'll break their hands.'' Salt Lake City casually remarked. ''Then I'll let San Francisco break their legs.''
''Right...'' He sweat-dropped.
''Besides.'' Salt Lake added almost as an afterthought. ''Showing more skin means I can keep a better eye on my figure, see. Gotta keep an eye on the waist, after all.''
His eyes unconsciously flickered down to her waist. She definitely had a slim waist, and perhaps thanks to her position her skirt was low enough he could catch a glimpse of her pelvis. Seeing where his gaze was Salt Lake smirked and leaned down, wiggling her brows suggestively.
''If you wanted a peek you could've just asked.'' She teased.
''Ah, um... sorry.'' He looked aside, embarrassed.
The cruiser just snickered in amusement, walking a few paces back towards her desk – when she paused, and then smirked, peeking back at him over her shoulder.
''Hey Commander.''
''Hm? What is-''
Fwip~
He looked up just in time to see Salt Lake flip up the side of her skirt, smirking teasingly as she flashed him her thigh; the thin black side-knot of her panties visible for a solid second before her skirt fell back down, hiding the tempting sight from view once more.
''Heh.'' Salt Lake City wiggled her hips. ''Call it motivation to work.''
Then with a snicker Salt Lake went back to her desk, continuing on her work – and knowingly leaving him turned-on as work progressed.
X-x-X
Just shy of two hours passed, relative peace falling over them.
Relative being the key word. More Ship-Girls came in during that time, some bringing documents or reports that needed signing off on or others just dropping by to hang out and chat briefly. None failed to catch the eye. From Cassin and Downes in their shorts and tank tops, to Phoenix wearing a tube top and a pair of loose shorts that looked like they'd fall off of her hips from the slightest tug.
The Commander managed to resist looking too much; Salt Lake's words still clear in his mind. The cruiser clearly knew he was restraining himself, shooting smirks his way when the people in question left the room. He pretended not to notice, flushing lightly in embarrassment.
''Mm...''
The Commander hummed to himself as he slowly arose from his chair, meandering around his desk and crossing the room – making his way over to the stationary cabinets. Salt Lake coincidentally got up at the same time, looking down at some documents.
They reached the cabinets at the same time. Neither really minded; a murmur from Salt Lake prompting him to lean back a bit, allowing the cruiser to stand up on her tippy-toes and reach up to the wooden cabinets overhead, popping it open and fishing around for some new pens. And in the process, thanks to her short skirt, he got a glimpse at her shapely ass.
And as if psychic, Salt Lake felt his gaze and looked back at him, a familiar smirk curling at her lips. ''Heh. Good view?''
''Um, yeah...'' The Commander awkwardly coughed.
Salt Lake smirked, turning around to face him. The document in her hands was laid down on the table behind her, and the cruiser herself sat back against the wood, head tilting sensually as she looked up into his eyes.
''Do you think I'm hot, Commander?'' Salt Lake curiously asked; her bold comment spoken in such a light tone it almost made him think it was a joke. Almost.
''Definitely.'' The Commander murmured back, refusing to look lower than her eyes. Her bandeau top left a lot of tempting cleavage on display.
Salt Lake City just smirked, slow and sensual as she raised both arms, looping them around his neck slowly. The Commander didn't resist, his pants growing tight as the cruiser pulled him down to her level, her lips ghosting over his cheek and touching his ear, allowing the vixen to whisper into it.
''Really?'' She breathed sensually. ''Because I think you're pretty hot too. And not because of the weather.''
The Commander shuddered, and in a moment of lust he pushed himself against Salt Lake, pressing his crotch against hers. The cruiser shuddered and opened her legs a little wider, his clothed bulge pressing and rubbing against her clothed womanhood. The layers of fabric between them didn't put a dent in how erotic it felt. Salt Lake groaned sweetly into his ear, leaning back and looking in the eye, her cheeks lightly flushed and a sexy look in her eyes.
The Commander couldn't resist, leaning down to meet her – and then joined their lips together in a kiss, muffing the cruiser's moan.
''Mm~'' One of her hands ran down his back, fingers tickling his back whilst her other hand gripped his hair, holding him into the kiss.
The Commander didn't resist one bit, his heart beating fast and his pants becoming painfully tight as he grinded himself on her crotch. Shivering in arousal Salt Lake pushed her own crotch back against his, the two of them grinding against each other, getting each other off.
''Hah... you're a good kisser~'' Salt Lake breathed against his lips. ''Mm... that's it...''
The Commander silenced her with another kiss, one hand sliding down to her lower back – helping push her towards him. Smirking into the kiss Salt Lake grasped his wrist and stopped him, her movements stalling and her lips breaking away from his, allowing her to lean in close to his ear.
''Sit down in your chair.'' She whispered to him. ''I'll lock the door.''
''And then what?'' Excitement pumped through his veins.
Salt Lake just smirked. ''We can get to work on unwinding a little~''
The Commander agreed in a heartbeat, crossing the room in moments and getting behind his desk, all but plopping himself down into his seat. Meanwhile Salt Lake City approached the office doors and locked them tight, smirking over at him as she tossed the keys aside. Then with a sensual sway to her hips Salt Lake crossed the room, locking eyes with him as she strode around his desk and then twisted, smugly easing herself down onto his lap sideways, her ass deliberately wriggling slightly as she sat on his bulging crotch.
The cruiser turned to face him then, shifting one leg over his lap until she was straddling him – smirking as she leaned down for a kiss, wrapping her arms around him.
''Mmph...'' The cruiser hummed as their lips met and meshed together, the act intimate and heated.
Slowly the Commander's own hands came down, sliding over her skirt before going under it, grabbing her ass. It was curvy and soft and delightfully smooth, fitting into his hands perfectly and enticing him to grope it; shivering when Salt Lake groaned into his mouth erotically. His hands grew more adventurous, sliding down further and groping her thighs before sliding up to her lower back, touching her all over. Salt Lake hummed into the kiss, tilting her head slightly as she kept kissing him, breaking it off only long enough to suck in some air before keeping it going, the endless make-out session turning him on.
Doubly so when Salt Lake pressed herself down against his bulging crotch, grinding on him. He could feel her clothed heat as she rubbed herself back-and-forth, her movements aided when he squeezed her ass and pulled her along, their lower parts grinding together pleasurably, unhindered by the fabric between them.
''Hah... Mm...'' The Commander broke off the kiss long enough to get some air before kissing her lips again; this one a lighter, yet no less erotic kiss. ''Hah...''
His lips broke away from hers, his lustful attention moving south towards the pair of tits mere inches away, her revealing top leaving all of her cleavage on display. Salt Lake just smirked and grabbed the back of his head, pushing his face down into her bust – and then moaned when his lips went to work, kissing up and along her soft flesh.
''Ohh~'' Salt Lake bit her bottom lip, working her hips and grinding on him more vigorously. ''That's it...''
Excited and aroused the Commander trailed his lips over her flesh, kissing up and along her left tit before going for her right. Then in a burst of lust he grabbed her top and yanked it down, relishing how her boobs bounced when they were freed, her nipples a pinkish hue. He took her right one into his mouth hurriedly, his lips pursing around it and his tongue lashing it, pulling a deep moan out of Salt Lake City, her rich voice teasing his ears and tempting him to suck on her nipple more, his wet tongue sliding over and around the little nub with equal eagerness.
At the same time the Commander moved both of his hands back to her ass, pulling her closer and lifting his hips – humping back against her grinding hips. Salt Lake shuddered and made an approving groan, her panties getting slightly wet as she kept grinding on him, his cock so hard that she could feel the tent through the layers of fabric between them.
''Hah, haah... oh, crap~'' Salt Lake mewled the word out sexily. ''Heh... bet you were... Mm, looking at them a lot, huh?''
''Maybe.'' The Commander murmured against her breast, sucking extra hard – relishing the moan he coaxed out of her.
And then he extracted a gasp from Salt Lake when he brought his hands down, spanking her ass and giving it a solid grope. The cruiser's gasp was swift to melt into a throaty moan, arousal clear as she pulled him up into a kiss, her tongue shoving itself into his mouth. He fought back with his own tongue but the cruiser was clearly more experienced, their wet appendages wrestling in his mouth; helping mute her moan when he roughly spanked and grabbed her ass again, giving it a slight shake.
Then with a mutual gasp they broke off from the kiss, a string of saliva hanging from between their tongues. It snapped when Salt Lake grinned, the vixen leaning back a bit. Growing bold the Commander squeezed her ass and sat up, lifting the cruiser up.
''Ooh~'' The cruiser cooed, smirking as he laid her down on his desk. ''I like it when you take charge~''
The dirty talk fuelled his lust, and with a lustful growl the Commander dove down and claimed her lips. Salt Lake moaned into his mouth and let her eyes drift shut, their tongues meeting between their mouths and hungrily wrestling, the slithering swapping of spit only made more erotic by how her thighs rubbed his hips, tempting him of what laid between her creamy legs.
It was too tempting for him to endure. With a punctuating gasp the Commander broke off the kiss and shifted back, grabbing her thighs and spreading them apart – gaze locking onto her black side-tie panties, her skirt short enough that he could see it easily. Salt Lake made it easier by lifting her skirt up for him, unashamed of showing him her body. He grasped the right knot and untied it. The left knot came undone a moment later; allowing him to pull her underwear off in a single tug, exposing her womanhood to his aroused eyes.
''Mm... having you look at me like that is kinda turning me on.'' Salt Lake teased.
The Commander replied by way of diving down between her legs, his tongue dragging itself up her folds. The cruiser moaned at the sensation, her creamy thighs quivering inwards until he pushed them apart again, hungrily dragging his wet tongue over her folds. Biting her lip Salt Lake slid her hand down, laying two fingers on her pussy lips and spreading herself open – and then throatily moaned as he shoved his tongue inside of her pussy. He dug his fingers into her thighs as he worked, the wet appendage eagerly lashing and slapping at her insides as it explored around, his nose rubbing against her clit in the process.
''Mn~ Oh shit yes...'' Salt Lake languidly cursed, her lips pursing for only a moment before a groan tumbled back out of her lips. ''Ah crap, y-you could... make a lotta girls happy with that tongue... ha... ha- ohh~''
The Commander shuddered at her words, shifting his right hand down and using two fingers to keep her pussy spread open, his tongue rapidly wiggling side-to-side – teasing her quivering insides. Her inner walls fruitlessly tried to clamp and clench around his squirming tongue to no avail, the wet appendage always managing to slip free and stroke new parts of her pussy, frequently finding a sensitive spot to lick and tease.
Lust bubbled within him as he felt her fingers weave into his hair, pulling him against her womanhood – a deep, sensual groan escaping the cruiser as he began swirling his tongue around in circles, his hot exhales teasing her pussy and making her grip his hair tighter, moaning.
''Hah, haah... oh... f-fuck~'' Salt Lake shuddered as she cursed. ''Hey, Mm... how 'bout I give you head... while you go down... on me?''
The Commander leaned back, his tongue slipping out of her hot pussy. ''On the desk?''
''Sure.'' Salt Lake grinned breathlessly, lifting a hand and drawing a circle around her lips with a finger teasingly.
Aroused by the sight the Commander murmured an agreement, standing up. His belt buckle jingled as he walked around the desk, his pants falling down to his knees the moment he reached Salt Lake – lustfully eyeing the cruiser as she laid on her back before him, her head upside-down as she looked up at him.
''C'mon.'' Salt Lake blew a kiss at him. ''Don't leave a girl hangin'~''
The Commander obliged, grasping the base of his cock and guiding the swollen head towards Salt Lake's parted lips – and he groaned as he pushed it in, feeling her lips slide over the tip and then down his twitching shaft, enveloping his cock with the wet heat of her mouth. Her tongue lashed and strokes all over his cock, the upside-down nature of it only turning him on more, tempting him to push all of his dick inside.
''Ahh... oh god...'' The Commander hissed, rocking his hips and lightly thrusting into her mouth. ''Your mouth feels so good...''
''Thanks.'' Salt Lake's words were muffled by his cock, the vibrations teasing it.
Smiling tightly down at her the Commander slowly leaned over Salt Lake until they were effectively doing it 69; his head ending back between her legs. Without wasting a moment he grabbed her thighs and opened them a little more, his tongue going down – and with vigour he buried it back inside the cruiser, hungrily swirling it about.
''Ohh~'' Salt Lake's deep, throaty moan tickled his cock, her breath hot as it washed over his shaft.
At her light nudge the Commander started thrusting, his hips rearing back slightly before pushing back in. An embarrassingly-loud, wet slurp answered him, saliva slick and sticky across his cock as the cruiser sucked him off, her tongue slapping and stroking over his cock at the same time. He tried to keep focusing on eating her out – but he'd be lying if he said her mouth didn't feel downright heavenly. Every wet suck, every stroke of her tongue or exhaled breath, all of it teased his nerves and fuelled the lust that simmered up it, a throbbing want ascending his shaft. His orgasm wasn't there yet but the urge was building, his lust rising with it.
''Mmph... Mm.. ghk... ghk... slrp... Mmph...'' Wet sucks and grunts escaped Salt Lake as she gave him head. ''Mmph~''
The Commander groaned as she sucked extra hard, her lips wrapped around the very base of his cock as he pushed his hips all the way forth, keeping his throbbing cock buried down her throat for several seconds before pulling his hips back, going back to thrusting. She didn't mind one bit, continuing to slurp his dick like she'd been wanting to do it all week, her sensual tongue tireless in its movements.
Eager to pay her back the Commander pulled his tongue out, and instead went for her clit. A muted moan bubbled up out of Salt Lake as his tongue dragged itself over the little nub, his tongue following up with more hot strokes and wiggling licks, pushing and rubbing her clit about as best he could.
Then when she least expected it he stopped, and pushed his tongue back into her – relentless in how he ate her out. He tasted her wet honey and eagerly lapped it up, his tongue teasing her quivering inner walls and rubbing her sweet spots.
''Ah, fhuck...'' Salt Lake's curse was muffled by the cock down her throat. ''Fhuck, f-fhuck... Mm... slrp... slrp... hah...''
Heat throbbed up his cock, tempting him to plunge his cock down Salt Lake's throat faster, grunting huskily as he used her throat as a sheathe. He could feel his cock rubbing past her tongue, going down her throat, getting tickled by her breath; all of it rapidly heightening the pressure within his cock, making it impossible to resist.
''O-Oh crap!'' The Commander gasped into her pussy, pushing his cock down her throat – and with a tight, stuttering grunt, he came straight down her throat; moaning as he finally achieved release.
Salt Lake's hips buckled; muted, wet gulps escaping her as she swallowed his load, gulping it down – when he licked her insides in a bout of lust, causing her to moan and shudder. Honey gushed around his tongue a moment later as she orgasmed herself, the mere thought tempting him to move his tongue more, pushing past the overwhelming, mind-whitening pleasure that assaulted his cock as she sucked him off.
Then with a grunt the Commander reared his hips back, pulling his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop. ''Haah... haah...''
''Mm~'' Salt Lake let out a satisfied moan as he pulled his tongue out of her. ''Heh... you came a lot~''
The Commander just blushed, chuckling awkwardly.
Salt Lake, however, wasn't yet satisfied – a lustful smirk on her face as she reached down, rubbing her pussy. ''Mm... you still good to go? Wouldn't might you banging me on your desk~''
The Commander agreed in a heartbeat, eliciting a snicker from Salt Lake City as he strode around his desk, getting between her parted legs and pulling her waist slightly closer to the edge, one hand going to his cock and helping guide it to her wet lower lips. His cock slid along her entrance once, twice, thrice – her folds slick and smearing her honey along the tip of his cock, until finally he aimed lower and pushed forth; his cock sliding in easily.
''Oh crap~'' Salt Lake moaned erotically. ''Shit, d-deeper~''
The Commander gasped out an agreement, grabbing her hips in a strong hold and burying more of himself into her, feeling her inner walls clamp and clench around his cock invitingly, squeezing him with her searing-hot insides. It felt borderline heavenly and he greedily pushed more in, scraping her sensitive inner walls right up until the tip hit her innermost parts; every inch of his cock fitting inside of Salt Lake City.
''Mm...'' Salt Lake shuddered, her insides tightly gripping his cock. ''You feel so big~''
He smiled tightly, rocking his hips and thrusting into her slightly, his cock scraping against her tight inner walls as he pulled out – when he slammed back in, eliciting a hot moan from Salt Lake as he stuffed her full an instant later. The sound only encouraged him to start moving; his cock rubbing against her sensitive insides as he pushed in-and-out, her inner walls seizing up and gripping his cock each time, heightening the pleasure throbbing up his cock – enticing him to shift his hands onto her thighs and spread her legs open, giving him a better view.
Salt Lake noticed, smirking breathlessly up at him. ''M-Mm... first time havin' a girl spread her legs for ya~?''
''Shut up...'' The Commander bashfully muttered.
Salt Lake just snickered – the sound cutting off into a low groan when he bucked his hips harder, hitting that one sweet spot deep within her. Noticing that the Commander aimed for that spot, enduring the tight flesh smothering his cock and focusing on making her feel good, closely watching her expression for the slightest twitch.
The cruiser easily noticed, and with a slight smile she reached up, grasping the back of his head and yanking him down into a heated, messy kiss; moaning sexily into his mouth when he kept ramming his dick into her. In return she wrapped her creamy legs around his waist, her feet pressing against his lower back and helping pull him into her easier.
''Mn, Nn...'' Soft grunts escaped Salt Lake City, her boobs bouncing lightly from the force of his thrusts.
His hands fixed that, darting up and grabbing greedy handfuls of her breasts – his fingers digging into her soft flesh and squeezing, his palms rubbing at her nipples in the process. Salt Lake moaned and arched her back, her heels pressing into his lower back; begging for him to not stop. He didn't. Flesh smacked loudly together as he drove himself into the cruiser, outright pounding her against his desk and watching her half-clothed body writhe in bliss, her lips letting loose all sorts of pleasure-filled moans and gasps, her chest heaving into his greedily-groping hands the whole while.
''Mn, Nn!'' Lust struck the Commander and he acted upon it, darting his hands down to her ass and picking her up – continuing to pound into her even as he stood upright.
''Ah~!'' Salt Lake gasped into his ear, clutching onto him. ''Mn, fuck! Yes~!''
The Commander groaned, the sound muffled as their lips mashed together in a heated, messy kiss, their pelvises slapping loudly together – the wet, echoing sound ringing throughout his office as he buried his cock into Salt Lake, his shaft glistening with her wetness in the brief moments it pulled out past her pussy lips before he drove it right back into her velvety tunnel.
''Shit, fuck, g-gonna...'' Salt Lake gripped his hair as she groaned the words out. ''Fuck me, fuck me like you own me you- Mmph~!''
The cruiser's desperate, sexy demand was cut short as he obeyed it – sealing their lips together in a kiss and pushing Salt Lake back down onto the desk, her back arching and her lungs expelling a squeal as he ravenously rammed himself into her, the tip of his cock hammering her cervix as if he was trying to ram through it and fuck her very womb.
''Mm! Myn~! Mm! Mm! Mm~!'' Salt Lake City clawed at his back, borderline screaming into his mouth - until her whole body gave a jerk, and she clenched around him. ''MMPH!''
The Commander's mind went white, a guttural groan arising from his throat as he blew his load in an instant, feeling her fleshy inner walls constrict his cock – coaxing out thick splatters of cum that he pumped deep into the cruiser, her locked legs preventing him even the option of pulling out; causing each and every rope to pump deep into her womanhood and fill her womb.
''Ohh~'' Salt Lake moaned against his lips, shuddering powerfully. ''Mm... crap, that's hot...''
The Commander let his lips drift apart from hers. ''This a safe day for you?''
''Probably not.'' The green-haired cruiser shrugged. ''I'll just take a pill afterwards. No biggie.''
The Commander hummed, a shudder lancing through him as he reared his hips back – his cock slipping out of her pussy with a wet pop. Salt Lake shivered pleasantly at the feeling, her eyes locking with his as the cruiser slowly twisted around, and then bent herself over his desk.
''How 'bout we got again?'' She offered in a low purr. ''I like it when I get hit from the back~''
Faced with such an offer, the Commander couldn't refuse. Both of his hands grabbed her waist and pulled her waist towards him, his cock pressing against her ass until he grasped it and aimed it lower, the tip sliding down – and then he pushed into her pussy once more. The familiar heat that embraced his length still succeeded in coaxing a groan out of him, pleasure buzzing up his girth and tempting him to start moving immediately.
Salt Lake let out a moan of her own; smiling as the sound fled her lips and willingly pushing her ass back towards him, impaling herself upon his hard cock. The cum and honey on his cock helped him slide back into her seamlessly, pumping into the cruiser's sex with rough, rhythmic thrusts. His pelvis began to slap against her ass quietly at first but rapidly rose in frequency, soon becoming strong enough to jerk her curvy body forwards lightly; extracting a throaty moan from his newfound fuck-buddy.
''Mm, ah, ah~'' Salt Lake leaned over his desk with a moan. ''That's it, harder~''
Wet smacks of flesh answered as her, his cock igniting her sensitive nerves as he hit her from the back – her inner walls fruitlessly clenching around his cock in a bid to grip it, his shaft still sliding in all the way before pulling right back out, giving Salt Lake no pause to breathe. The cruiser hung her head forward because of that, moans becoming deeper and throatier, trying to keep her lungs filled even as he fucked the air back out of her.
Salt Lake promptly gasped the air out when he suddenly threw a curveball at her – grabbing both of her shoulders and pulling her back. The green-haired girl moaned as he stumbled back a step, keeping his cock buried inside of her even as he forced Salt Lake to turn around and walk a few paces towards the wall – and the moment they were close enough he pushed her against the wall and snatched both of her wrists, pinning them above her head.
And then he went to town on her – plunging his cock up into her wet hole as he fucked her against the wall. The new position let his cock rub new spots within her clenching heat, eliciting a string of throaty moans from Salt Lake; her body jerking and twitching each time he sheathed himself within her.
''Mm! Fuck!'' Salt Lake unashamedly cursed, arching her back. ''Mn, don't you dare stop, y'hear me~?''
The Commander replied by leaning more down to her height and kissing her neck – relishing the hot moan that tumbled out of Salt Lake's mouth. Ravenously his lips made their way along her creamy flesh, kissing and nipping and smooching it, all of it helping fuel the cruiser's pleasure. He soon changed it up, simply burying his face into her neck and focusing on thrusting, his cock pumping up into her slick hole over and over again, feeling her rapidly grow tighter around his cock.
''Mm, yeah, haah!'' Salt Lake tensed. ''S-Shit!''
The Commander's cock hit her innermost parts – and then Salt Lake came. Powerfully and suddenly she clenched like a vice around his cock, squirting with a stuttering moan. The abrupt tightness made him blow his load near-instantly, ropes of cum splattering inside of her sex as he kept thrusting, his jerky thrusts shooting his warmth deep into her; the position causing more than a little to dribble back out and drip onto the floor between her spread legs.
''M... Mn...'' Salt Lake slowly loosened up, a moan tumbling out of her mouth when he pulled out. ''God... legs feel like they'll give out any moment now...''
The Commander just offered her a tight smile, grabbing her waist and pulling him with her to the ground – prompting Salt Lake to push herself on top of him, moaning as their lips crashed together in a messy kiss. He reciprocated, holding her ass and rubbing it as they made out, the slow smacking of their lips ringing in their ears.
Until they broke apart with a mutual gasp, left panting by the intimate kiss.
''Mm...'' Salt Lake licked her lips, lust sparkling in her eyes. ''How you've not been snatched up by the other chicks here yet is a miracle.''
''You say that like they're lining up for it.'' The Commander breathlessly retorted.
The cruiser snorted, leaning upright – casually sitting on his waist. ''They are, ya dunce. Or they will once they find out you're a dang beast in bed. Or office, I guess.''
He rolled his eyes, sitting up on his elbows. ''So you're saying if I waltz up to someone like Arizona and invite her to bed, she'll fall head over heels and agree?''
''Of course not.'' She whacked his chest lightly. ''Buy her dinner first. Butter her up. If you want something quick and casual go for California or Hornet, they'd be up for it. Or me, too.''
She smirked, winking. ''I wouldn't mind doing this again, after all~''
The Commander just shuddered in arousal.
He had a feeling the next few weeks would be quite the busy ones.
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