Skullfuck Kelly (Renegade)

Others might have been content to sit back and relax, but not you. You were more the type who revelled in taking charge.

And take charge you did. You grab the ginger by the side of her head and thrust your cock home, spearing her slutty enticing lips.

Kelly makes a garbled noise, an attempted exclamation of shock as you bury yourself in her throat and keep her held there by ****. All she really manages is a satisfying gagging noise.

You draw back, only to pound your cock into her hot, wet mouth again and again, with a little more roughness than you'd usually treat a woman. If even half the rumours about the Normandy's yeoman are true, she's both accustomed to, and capable of tolerating, a little rough play.

Thrusting your hips into the support woman's mouth, you start to really fuck her face, eliciting a steady beat of gags from her slutty throat. Her green eyes water, mascara trailing down from either eye, but you're still not about to relent, it feels to good, both the raw sensual pleasure of it, and the feeling of absolute domination over Kelly.

After a couple of more minutes, you allow her the leeway to pull back, your saliva-drenched prick slipping out of her mouth with a wet pop!

“Goodness!” Kelly gasps, trying to gather herself. “You're clearly... more frustrated than I thought. Maybe we should schedule a counselling session?-”

“No, that won't be necessary.” you decide coolly. Giving her a few scant seconds to gulp in some more precious air, you wind your fingers into her ginger hair, then **** her back down on your cock, showing her exactly the kind of counselling you most prefer.

Even as rough as you treated her, you get the sense Kelly is on some level enjoying this just as much as you. Captain Anderson was a real gentleman, you couldn't imagine him doing anything like this to Kelly, if he'd even touched her.

Feeling yourself growing closer, you decide to finish off by marking your territory. You slip out of Kelly's mouth, and tell her to stay right where she is, as you stroke your cock in her face, bringing yourself to a spectacular and messy climax after only a few pumps.

Your genetic material rains down on the redhead's pleasing features in a multitude of thick ropes. You paint her entire face, chin to forehead, coating her face.

“What a mess!” Kelly says in a sweet tone, biting her lip.

“Thanks for that Kelly.” you say with some satisfaction. “Now, back to your station.”

“If you don't mind, Commander, I need a second, to make myself-” the redhead begins. Presented with a dialogue wheel, you of course pick the option on the bottom right.

“Now, Chambers. That's an order.” you say, with a little relish.

A little taken aback by your cavalier decision, Kelly hesitates, only to stand, and salute.

“Aye aye, Commander.” the Alliance Yeoman says. Turning on her heel, she makes for the door, still wearing your prodigious cumshot.

As Kelly moves by you, a Renegade interrupt presents itself. You're quick to hit it. Shepard swings out a hand, striking Kelly on the ass as draws close. The redhead yelps, her thick ass jiggling in her tight white suit and scurries off, but the unintended smile on her face tells you everything you needed to know.