[Holy fucking shit was about all that Dave could think as he sank into her. And then she clenched and he, well, thank fuck, he didn't actually come, because that'd be disastrous as fuck. He finishes thrusting inside her and then slowly, slowly pulls out most of the way, before going back in, harder than before.

One of the advantages of being such a master rapper, or maybe because he was a ridiculous time god was that he had a natural gift for rhythm. It didn't take him long to start it up, steady more than fast or slow, each thrust strong and steady. He holds onto her hips hard with his hands, probably enough that he'd leave a mark.]

Fuck, Lalonde.

[He was thinking of saying something witty, but he just groaned and continued fucking her, just feeling her wet perfection around him. Hopefully she liked the Strider cock as much as he was liking the Lalonde pussy ... because he knew this wasn't going to be some sort of one-off thing.]