I prefer to ride the rocket.”
He wasn’t sure what that phrase meant, but he immediately understood when she climbed back over his body with her knees straddling his chest and lowered her cunt down just far enough to slide against his semi-flaccid prick. “Don’t worry cowboy,” she said in her stern security voice, “you did good. I don’t have any special creams to keep you going.” He huffed and said, “You definitely don’t need that.”
When he came back out of the bathroom, Amanda was kneeling on all fours on the bed. Archie was now on his back laughing. He would shave when he got back to his ship. “I’m only one-quarter Mordofo,” Julie responded with a big smile, “and you are only the third male I have ever been with.”
Rogue didn’t find that especially comforting. Rogue half expected Amanda to collapse onto the bed, but instead she pushed back against him hard and held that pressure for several minutes until he began to deflate.
