His hands cupped her beautifully rounded butt, pulling himself into her in a single, long, slow stroke."Ohhhh, gawwwd," Ingrid moaned again.Her eyes w...re closed and her head was lolling from side to side, inches above his face. She was bracing herself with her arms and hands on each side of his shoulders. She moved her hips slowly, pumping while Steve pushed upward to meet her as she descended on him. He was beginning to quicken his movement, and Ingrid responded by matching his rhythm. At last. When we got home, it was pretty late, and we went right up to bed. When we got to the bedroom, I told her how about some really dirty stories that I can masturbate to before we go to sleep? She was sober, and obviously not as turned of as I was and she kind of rolled her eyes at me and said I dont know, I havent had any time to think anything up. Come on, I dont want you to make stuff up, your real stories about your past are far hotter than anything you could make up. Why dont you start with. She was shallow, shallower than I would have expected her to be, and I hit up against the wall of her womb before I was half way in.Never mind, I thought; just keep fucking her until she cums at least once. I moved a little, adjusted my stance and made sure that my cock made contact with her clit, both on the in-stroke and the pull-out. It took about a minute before she was moaning again and then I felt her muscles clench and her body shiver as she achieved her first vaginal climax. She may not. It leaves either places exposed or it takes longer to heal. Luckily for them, their exposed areas never take a second hit.As it stands, the tunnels are empty—at least for the moment. They creep up from the side tunnel they currently are hiding in and slowly stalk up the tunnel. “Mason? Bridges? Do you copy?” Nash asks over the secured line.When no response comes he tries again getting the same no response. Sudden movement casts a shadow out of one of the side tunnels into the main. Nash holds.