<strong>Ansem Hyral: Personal quarters with Kris Fielding. </strong><br/><br/>Ansem's took in a few deep breaths, maximizing his lung capacity before he looked over to Kris on the bed next to him laying back. His attention went to the swollen lips between her thighs, running his finger over the engorged bud popping out and aching for attention. He knew she had not had the same mind blanking orgasm he just had, a dull sting began to fester at the mild ego maniac, all pilots were a certain degree.<br/><strong>"You're body is amazing Kris..." </strong><br/>His fingers moved up her body as he leaned back and propped himself up on his left elbow, the finger tips of his right hand dancing along her skin.<br/><strong>"Tight in all the right places..."</strong><br/>He cut himself off as he ran across one of the nipples, giving ir a playful tug before the hand covered the mound. Offering her a smile, he let his hands and eyes play and explore over her skin. Remembering the red flashing light on the helmet he had to think of a way to cover it or hide that he knew about the recording. Moving his hand between her thighs, if his cock would not push her over the edge he would do it manually. His fingers pushed into her depths, finding evidence of his orgasm starting to trickle out slowly. Coating his finger in the slick juices he slid the two fingers up and began stimulating the bud again.<br/><strong>"I know you didn't cum yet...I can't have you walking out that door until you do..." </strong><br/>Ansem whispered at her lowly, smiling coyly.<br/>