<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br/><strong>Dark Star Dropship - Engineering</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Allia Rowe</strong><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Variety was the spice of life, and it seemed Damian was not the only one aware of that. Even as she rode him like a wild, untameable warrior woman, he shifted his hips and angle of ascent to change the way their hips collided. She did much the same, and it was driving him mad. It took everything he had to not release almost immediately, but he refused to let a rare moment so enjoyable just slip by without trying to squeeze every drip of bliss from it he possibly could. His efforts renewed, he held her steady to him, adoring the sensations she was offering him whenever she arched her back in one direction or another, or began to grind her hips, as it changed the way she felt -wrapped around him - every time. Rough palms slapped her perfectly round cheeks, making it almost possible to feel the vibrations the act caused.<br/><br/>His scouting lips redoubled their ministrations, applying a firmer suction whenever he heard the sounds of approval pierce her throat. The vice grip of his arm remained like steel, forcing her to follow through with her motions and continue to grant him the access to her luscious body he so evidently desired. His free hand had risen to her neck again, attempting to mold kinks from her and keep her flexible and limber. The seal he had on her nipples broke every odd collision of their forms, prompting him to release an intense, masculine groan. Pre-release continued to ooze from the tip of his shaft, adding further lubrication to a rear passage that was bound to be quite sore otherwise, but it also granted him a smoother pleasure that was not going to have him wince when putting on his trousers after their little session was over.<br/><br/>It was true, an orgasm could elude the lovely warrior for as long as she wanted it to; provided Damian remained an obedient clanner and kept his hands largely to himself. However, he knew her well, and that knowledge was mutual, and he knew she was not going to object to what he had in mind. His hand freed itself from her mounds, while his tiers rose to meet her neck. Teeth grazed the flesh, hoping to send slivers of pain along her spine, while nimble fingers began to descend. It was chaotic between them, as their sexes collided with tremendous force, and yet his palm effortlessly found the slit he had pierced only moments earlier. The folds were as supple and luxurious as before, and he wasted no time in spreading them, and bringing his index finger forth. The digit began to torment a hooded nub, hoping to bring her to the very edge where he was already dangerously balancing. He was not going to make the leap until he could hold her and fall over together. Before long, his middle finger inserted itself within her, teasing a rough patch of skin that had received similar attention from the tongue that was now preying upon her jawline.<br/><br/>Some days, he missed having a lover in his life. But he highly doubted he would ever be ready for something like that again.</div>