"<i>Oh, just shut the hell up</i>." Reyhan hissed, eyes narrowed down to thin little slits.  Anastasia was really beginning to get on her nerves; she wanted it, Reyhan wanted it, there wasn't anything to talk about.  Neither party demanded payment, nor any other form of compensation and no one had any qualms with the act.  So in an effort to keep the captian from then going on further while they fucked, the hiver simply reached out to jam a set of fingers into her superior's mouth.<br/><br/>The fed-up, overly-anxious dickwoman then readjusted her overbearing lean over the other lass, blunt cockhead poised for penetration.  And that was just what she did.  Reyhan bucked her hips forwards in a rough thrust as she gave an pull back against Anastasia's person just to the hilt of her fine example of Chaotic devotion.  The auburn-haired woman tossed her head back with a near triumphant sigh, her once screwed up mess of facial features relaxed backed into something of a relieved state, just blissfully embedded in the captain.<br/><br/>For the rest of eternity, Reyhan believed that she could stay in that position and never have a care in the world again; with the gentle heat and luxurious feel of Anastasia ever present about her cock, there would be no way for her to feel anything other than love for the universe.  But she knew that sitting still would bring her no closer to that brief, self-actualized moment of climax and proceeding afterglow, no matter how much grinding she might endure.  Swiftly she brought her pelvis back and then pistoned back again with a noisy, wet slap.  As much as she wanted to savor the moment, there was work to be done; it was a dirty job, but someone had to do it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>