Like a sinking ship tumbling slowly and unstoppably toward the dark depths below the waves, the Captain plunged down into Tegan's sweet flower with his hard aching cock. Desire was written all over his face, closed eyes notwithstanding, as he filled her tight cunt up half an inch at the time until his shaft poking toward her far wall like a sword's tip in the cup of a sheath just a little too small... and still there was a little further until the hilt of his silky blade would be reached. But with her wetness and her whole body being so ready for him, Maltese had the luxury of being able to give her that final extra inch as his eager hips gave one extra buck. Then she was full in every physical way, and the Captain was gasping as he was completely engulfed.<br/><br/>Maybe a few seconds went flying by. Or a minute. Maltese couldn't say and he couldn't care less for time's flight. Happiness was intense.... even as he slowly began to pull out of her, a well oiled piston in her heated cylinder, combining with her to make a heavenly engine of passion. And as he took her again, and rolled out, and slid in again, than engine began to run slowly faster and faster as their hands clutched each other. His eyes were locked into hers, a smile curling on his lips as he whispered her name ever time he shoved his aching cockshaft deep inside her - every time all the way, every time stretching her that final inch which made his breathing stop while he felt the silky resistance. "....Tegan!... Tegan!...  Tegannnn!...."