ERP (/tg/, M/F, semi-lewd)

"Harder! Harder!" Rylie shouted.  Leo continued to plow himself into her bed.  He started with simple, limp flops onto the squeaky mattress, then quickly escalated into trampoline leaps that shook the room with each impact.   She let her fingers trace around the outskirts of her vulva, letting the vibrations of the bed give her the slightest hints of pleasure.   He couldn't keep up his acrobatic antics for too long, however. As he reached his limit, he shouted his wife's name, jumped onto the nearby table, and shakily fished out a carton of cream that he filched from the bartender.  "Spray it all over me!" She demanded, spreading her legs wide in expectation. In one awkward pirouette, he splattered his thick milk all over her pajama-clad body.

He collapsed in a sweaty heap next to Rylie.  She wasn't satisfied, of course.  Neither of them were.  She stripped out of her suit and held him close, making sure her rapidly-dampening panties didn't touch his bare skin.  "I'm a dirty girl," she whispered, placing in his open palm a auto-bar of plasma soap. "Wash me."

Leo propped himself upright and activated the space-age soap with a tight grip.  Its nano-mechanisms frothed about in his hands, producing a lather in a matter of seconds.  Cautiously, he began to wipe down her legs.  The cleansing foam worked its magic within seconds, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake that coaxed out shushed moans from Rylie.  His movements became more timid as he worked his way up her thighs.  He eyed the sopping cloth that concealed what he yearned for so painfully.  His face was only inches away from it.  The scent alone was almost enough to make his johnson tear through his boxers in a fit of diamond-like determination.

"This is what you want to chew on, right?" Her voice snapped him out of his stupor.  Looking up, he saw a dangling tile of carpet, obviously torn from of the Librarian's beloved floor. She draped it over her crotch and presented herself once more for him.  Leo wasted no time digging in, trying so desperately to lap up any ambrosia that might seep through.  It wasn't enough.  It wasn't fair.  Every day, they went through these same tirades, foolishly emulating how they used to fool around to keep them sane on this metal deathtrap of a space station.

Barely, just barely, Rylie was able to hit her climax.  It was weak, and her body only rattled slightly from its impact.  Her itch was satisfied, however, and that was all that mattered.  Leo, on the other hand, was blue and aching.  He couldn't take it anymore.  In the defenselessness of her bliss, he tore off her panties and unfurled his mast in one fell swoop.

The station instantly went into high alert.  Within seconds, an ERT shuttle slammed into the long-vacant arrival dock.   Its payload of troopers rushed forth, stomping a warpath towards the station's dorms.  The squad let loose a hail of laser cannon fire, their heavy beams making quick work of the Pfiefer's bedroom walls.  What greeted them, however, was a naked man in the middle of smashing a banana cream pie into the crotch of a glassy-eyed woman.