John groaned and felt close to coming as he continued to ravage Michelle's pussy with his cock, feeling her tighten around him with every thrust that was deep and becoming quicker as he became closer to his end.  Feeling her fingers on his back, digging in and probably leaving red marks behind, the Spectre couldn't hold out much longer as he gave a few frantic thrusts and finally emptied his load deep into Michelle's willing body.  His tongue had been busy with her breasts up until the end, and John had involuntarily clamped down upon the nipple with his teeth almost hard enough to draw blood as he jerked about a few times before letting go and falling back with her on top of him.  Panting heavily, John gently massaged the woman's back as he tried to reorient himself with gravity.  "That...was quite amazing...Michelle."  He whispered into her ear, a grin on his face as he continued to pant, covered in a thin layer of sweat from the exercise.  "Are all...Atlanticans...so open...to sex...like yourself?"  He didn't want to kill the mood, he was just curious and too happy at the moment to remember that this was probably a very bad idea in the long run.  Still, anything to get their two races to coexist, if diplomacy failed or so his mind was putting out in a blurry fog of pleasure.