Shoved down onto the desk, all he had to do was hike up her armor-skirt and there he'd find her legs, spread, toned, barefooted and strong as hell, flexing with their chocolate rippling muscles and the dark<em>dark</em>anal ring between two shapely fleshy globes.  He pinned her to the desk, ever enjoying the feeling of dominance, and Thunder had to admit it sometimes had it's charm, though she did prefer to be 'on top' the most.<br/><br/>As it was jammed into her ass to the hilt, his throbbing hunk of man-meat that is, Thunder cried out with pleasure as her dark-lipped pussy soaked itself, dripping some of her juices to the wooden deck below.  She shivered in pleasure, her ass flexing around the thick cock, and though she decided to look back, not even then did she open her eyes; it just happened that her echolocation that she used to navigate and 'see' the world was somewhat directional in it's preference, by virtue of where her ears faces.<br/><br/>"Oh Baxishun!  Captain!  I've been a naughty sailor!" she moaned, reaching back so she could spread her cheeks with her hands as he kept her pinned to the desk, breasts squished to the wooden desktop strongly "I think I need more punishment!"