She gasped out a moan as O'Hanrahan gripped her hips for leverage and pulled her closer with every thrust. Waves of pleasure rack throughout her body.
The her inner muscles clutched down on O'Hanrahan's cock, prompting him to thrust harder. A few frantic thrusts and the courier hit her peak, holding onto the man beneath her for dear life. He groaned deeply, his hips bucked once more under her and she felt him release inside her.
For a while they just held each other, cheeks pressed together, no caring if they catched their breaths. The courier beamed up at O'Hanrahan, hands stroking his sweat shined body.
"So much for being dry, huh?" He asked while wrapping an arm around her waist.
"You think they even noticed we were gone?" She looked to him, not really expecting a reply, just wanting to gaze into his warm eyes.
"Nope. But let's not give them time to worry about it." O'hanrahan said before putting his clothes back on. The courier watched as he re-applied his NCR armor, only managing to placing her underwear on before he was finished.
"Your hair's a mess Private."
"You're still undressed Miss Courier." He retorted before throwing the forgotten leather armor towards the lounging girl.
"It's more fun that way."
The courier tugged the curve hugging armor back on her buzzing body. They slowly made their way towards the camp, not having a care in the world when the snipers gave them curious and lascivious looks. They stopped near the Misfit's tent, fingers still intertwined.
"I guess this is where I drop you off." The courier felt awkward being the one to say goodnight.
"I know. Where ya' headed off to next?"
"McCarran. Bitter Springs is in need major need, I just got reinforcements from here to help. I need to get McCarran and Forlorn's help, then hopefully Bitter Springs will be back on their feet."
"If it ever gets to be too much, there always a lake to wash the stress away."
"I might just take you up on that offer." The courier gave him a brief kiss before heading off towards McCarran.
Baby Is What He Calls Me 6/?
The her inner muscles clutched down on O'Hanrahan's cock, prompting him to thrust harder. A few frantic thrusts and the courier hit her peak, holding onto the man beneath her for dear life. He groaned deeply, his hips bucked once more under her and she felt him release inside her.
For a while they just held each other, cheeks pressed together, no caring if they catched their breaths. The courier beamed up at O'Hanrahan, hands stroking his sweat shined body.
"So much for being dry, huh?" He asked while wrapping an arm around her waist.
"You think they even noticed we were gone?" She looked to him, not really expecting a reply, just wanting to gaze into his warm eyes.
"Nope. But let's not give them time to worry about it." O'hanrahan said before putting his clothes back on. The courier watched as he re-applied his NCR armor, only managing to placing her underwear on before he was finished.
"Your hair's a mess Private."
"You're still undressed Miss Courier." He retorted before throwing the forgotten leather armor towards the lounging girl.
"It's more fun that way."
The courier tugged the curve hugging armor back on her buzzing body. They slowly made their way towards the camp, not having a care in the world when the snipers gave them curious and lascivious looks. They stopped near the Misfit's tent, fingers still intertwined.
"I guess this is where I drop you off." The courier felt awkward being the one to say goodnight.
"I know. Where ya' headed off to next?"
"McCarran. Bitter Springs is in need major need, I just got reinforcements from here to help. I need to get McCarran and Forlorn's help, then hopefully Bitter Springs will be back on their feet."
"If it ever gets to be too much, there always a lake to wash the stress away."
"I might just take you up on that offer." The courier gave him a brief kiss before heading off towards McCarran.