Her leggings were so thin I could see the smooth white skin of her buttocks within them as they stretched so tight and I couldn't resist putting my ha...d to them, feeling the smooth material and easing up behind her. "Oi!" she giggled quietly, but didn't move my hand, as she struggled with her trainers. "There are people next door!" she reminded me, as we heard the next room's curtains open and someone else enter that one. I smiled as she stood up again and pulled her top over her head,. Faster and faster she worked her pelvis, then her whole body. I could feel her vagina walls gripping my shaft, could feel the suction on my cock. She was breathing hard and noisily now, as she rode my cock for all she was worth. I watched, somehow detached from the incredible feelings coursing through my body, watching this amazing woman ride me. I could see, even in the dim light her chest darkening as the bl**d flowed through her body. And I could hear her passion building and thought that. The man ignored her cries and the blood and pounded into her repeatedly. As the blood provided lubrication, the pain faded a little and Kitten moaned loudly, appearing to enjoy the brutal assault on her ass. It took little time for the man to cum, pouring his seed into her ass until it overflowed. When he pulled out, he grabbed her and sat her on the bed, sticking the dirty cock into her mouth to clean off. Kitten licked and sucked the mixture of semen, blood and shit off of his cock, making. My second missile shot was near perfect. Everything was lined up and I had good audio tone. I saw it strike. There was a big fireball and no chute. Scratch one North Vietnamese MiG-17. Not too shabby for a nugget on his first combat deployment. I became one of the first Navy MIG Killers of a long, long war. Two days later we left Yankee Station for Subic Bay in the Philippines on the first leg of our homeward journey. Suffice it to say, that I, a 1960s-Ed-Wood-wannabe, had struck gold. .