Qwit was in an overwatch position down the aisle in Crown Vic. We knew the Mustang patrolled at night (8 to 1) and made a particular run every morning...at 10, so we figured using Vicky for this trip was safe. Having it escort the station wagon here made sure LAPD left us alone.We got an early start and were ahead of schedule when we parked. I mentioned that and Gracie made a request.“I want you to rape me again. One last time. Here and now.”The request was not exactly unexpected, she had quite a. Ayers was not happy that my door guards left me unprotected. Luckily for them, the fact that they got the two Templars who died in the stairwell helped them. (Always better to be shooting down than up. Seems my guys just walked down the stairs and got a couple of clean shots.) With the Templars wrapped up we five defenders were able to come out of protective concealment (sounds better than hiding, don’t you think) along with our families. The community was finally able to meet their ‘Hometown. She unbuttoned my shorts and I pulled them off. The cold air hit her and her young nipples stood straight out. She was so beautiful in the glow of the morning light. She wrapped her tiny hand around my semi hard cock and started stroking it. She looked me in the eyes and told me that she just wanted to have sex nothing else. I was now hard and I pulled her on top of me. As she guided me into her warmth she shivered. I asked her if she was cold. She said no it just feels so good when you fill my. “Fuck yeah, ride me baby, ride my cock, fuck yeah, love the tightness of your hot box baby!” he growled.“Ummm, fuck, yeah, oh yeah, so big, so hard, I feel so full, I need it, I need another load of your cum, give it to me!” I growled huskily.Eager to give him a ride he wouldn’t forget, I tightened down on the muscles of my inner pussy, giving his cock the tightest grip he’d ever had. Just a few minutes of that tightness, and I could feel his cock swelling.