“Oh no, did I keep you up again? I’m sorry.”“Don’t be. I just wish I could share some of my dreams with you, give your mind a rest from that...experience. No one should ever have to experience that.”-Cristina has been having the same nightmare for 20 years. It’s about a parade the UNSC were having celebrating how much they’ve achieved fighting the Insurrections and liberating planets from their clutches. Cristina’s mother was one of the soldiers in the parade that was brutally murdered by the. The sudden flood of pleasure to her often neglected libido was overwhelming and an amazon libido was already a powerful thing. The plan was to go down to the trophy room in the JLA's orbiting headquarters and "borrow" one of the pink rings so she could take it back to her room and just have a couple hours alone with it. I mean, technically, the ring chose her, right? So it wasn't even really like stealing at all. It was hers. There were different colored rings clamped along the wall of the. She came again on top of him and then he had her get on all fours so he could do her doggy style. She has never cum this way but it seemed that would soon end. I'm sure she would have climaxed but he played with her getting her close and then stopping. He did this several times then had her lay on her back. He climbed over her and entered her again. It was intense seeing his large frame lay on top of her. They lay like this making out for several minutes before he raised up and began stroking. I socked it to the young 18 year old girl with complete loss of control on my part and felt my juices drain straight into her happy vagina just like filling the gas tank on the old Chevy. I looked from the mirror and the look of sheer lust in her eyes down to her bunched up short shorts with her beautiful quivering buttocks holding my still-engorged cock buried inside.She looked at me in the mirror and smiled like a contented little kitten.I didn't fool around because we were already behind.