Are you guys serious about actually wanting to fuck Starship? What the hell is wrong with you? Why would anyone actually want to take a Starship to bed, lie atop her and run your hands over her body, feeling the smooth steel and tiny bump of every weld caress your hand, harder than your own skin, yet smooth and glassy, and feel her breath against your face as she watches you touch her, knowing what's to come.
Why would anyone in their right mind want to line up your erect cock with her steel pussy between her beautifully arranged cluster of Raptor engines, already quivering with excitement and slowly slip inside her, watching the look of pure ecstasy spread across her shiny steel face, so exotic yet comfortingly familiar, as her eyes narrow and her mouth opens as a moan of pleasure escapes her RCS thrusters and she wraps her flaps around you, enveloping you in her cold, metallic embrace. You can't seriously want to feel her gridfins grip around your back and she holds on to you, letting you know you are hers and she is yours as you slowly thrust into her, back and forth, picking up speed as you both make louder and more raw engine roars. Her breathing quickens and her hull stretches nearly to the popping point point, her grid fins wrap around your body, making you to thrust deeper into her as her tight raptor engines vibrating with pleasure, clamping down on your cock, sending you over the edge and quickly bringing an orgasm of your own. The pleasure overtakes you until you can't hold back and with a final thrust, empty your balls deep into the Starship below you who's writhing in shuddering ecstasy of her own. Eventually it subsides and she reaches up, licking a bead of sweat off your neck, then nuzzles her face against yours as you both regain your breath.
