(Sex Scene) In the Cockpit

"Gasp! Stop moving around so much, baka!"

It wasn't your fault that Kamiko's body suit had opened up and her enormous breasts were now bouncing directly in front of you. Nor was it really your fault that the sight of them had given you a raging boner.

"Alright, you perv. We're out of danger and on our way back to base. Autopilot is active. HQ video link and comms disconnected... You mind if I play a game on the HUD? The joystick should be right around here somewhere."

You felt her hand close around something that was definitely NOT a joystick. She didn't seem to realise what was wrong. Instead she wondered aloud why the controls weren't responding.

"Strange. What is this cloth covering... Wait, a second. I forgot to take the protective cover off! Ufufu~ The zipper should be somewhere... Ara ara, here it is."

Kamiko unwrapped her prize and started to jerk it up and down. She thumbed the head and pressed down along the sides. You had no idea what to do in a situation like this but you weren't going to interrupt her.

"This game is my favourite," she panted. You moaned and pressed against her. As she started stroking you faster you cupped her boobs with your hands and motorboated the hell out of those babies with your face.

"Ooh, I love the biofeedback on these new VR systems," she cried.

She really just couldn't admit she liked to do this stuff with you, could she. Time to see how long she could play this game. You straightened up and kissed her face. Once on the cheek, then on the lips. Soon you were making out with her, your tongues wrestling in her hot mouth.

You felt yourself getting close as her grip tightened. She was using both hands now, one to jack you off and the other to massage your balls. You reached your limit. Your load shot out and splashed against the windscreen. The HUD buzzed and shimmered as it tried to register what it thought were inputs, but which were really the spurts from your white-knuckled release. Funnily enough you had managed to trigger one of the virtual folders in the system. Celebratory music rang out through the cockpit's speakers as your orgasm faded into post-coital bliss. It was the Mexican Hat Dance.

"Mmm, that feels like a new high score," you sighed. Over the horizon, HQ started to come into focus. Kamiko giggled and licked her fingers clean.