Thundercracker slowly opened the door to Slipstreams room. Hoping to speak. He made his way over to her wash racks to see if he could find her. Boy did he find her.
Slipstream was completely naked. Her wings seemed to just flow from her back as water dripped down. Her breasts, bigger than he thought they'd be gently sloped into perfect mounds. Her hips were graciously curved and slightly separated as her hand slipped over he outer node. Her soft lips ever so teasingly parted moaning Thundercrackers name in bliss. She sharply inhaled as she climaxed. Thundercrackers spike twitched. He should have left a long time ago. His own valve begged to be rubbed. His codpiece felt tight. He never thought he'd see the day. His Captain touch herself. He wanted to. Oh how he wanted to squeeze those lustrous breasts in his servos. How he wanted to feel her walls constructed around him. He watched he fuck herself with her hand again. Primus! He needed to leave. Now. But his pedes didn't permit him to. He had to stay and watch. He felt himself throbbing down there. He wouldn't. He was already being disrespectful. Thundercracker thought he was an idiot. Fuck Slipstream thought he was idiot. Oh primes. Those words. Fuck. Slipstream. He needed it. Before he knew it he was standing in front of Slipstream.
"Thundercracker! I...I.... what are you DOING!" She helped the last word as Thundercrackers had held hers.
"Please. Let me." Thundercracker begged. "Let me help"
Slipstream kissed him. Feeling her valve throb more than it had been. Thundercracker picked her up and plunged his now unrestrained spike into her valve.
"OH FUCK!" She yelped. He was bigger than she thought and he hit that spot. She moved them so Thundercracker was pinned against the wall. She moved up and down. Slow at first than faster. Thundercracker moaned in ecstasy as they slumped to the floor. Slipstream was merciless in riding him. She climaxed. But they were far from done.
