>The John Wayne movies are about as cheesy as you would expect. When you're supposed to be scared for a character you can't help but giggle at the writing.
>Chiappa seems to be enjoying it to, but mostly for the fact that she likes looking at the other guns in the movie. 
"Oooh Anon what's that one?" She says, pointing at a random lever action some desperado is using.
>"Hmmm, I don't know Chiappa, might be a Winchester." You can't bear to tell her the guns in the movie aren't real, she seems so into it.
>Soon enough the movies get so boring and repetitve that Chiappa starts to doze off in your arms, eventually falling asleep.
>You take this moment to give her a quick kiss on the top of her head, and you decide to stay still, and eventually you too fall asleep, the grip of slumber overpowering you.
>Some time later you wake up and Chiappa is not far behind. Her eyes open and she yawns softly, adjusting herself against you as if you were the sofa.
>As she lies ontop of you, you can feel her breathing and her body against yours. The feeling is maddening. You remember the night when you investigated Chiappa's horn.
>You guide your hand to her forehead, your hand inches away from the black extremity. You feel warm, and your hand grips the horn with ferocity.
>Chiappa wakes up with a start, squirming around and breathing shallow breaths. 
"Anon what are y-you doing?" 
>"Be quiet," You say harshly, gripping her horn harder than before.
>You take your other hand and grip her leg, squeezing it tightly.
"A-anon don't touch there-" She pleads, stopping her movements and breathing heavily now.
>Her voice is cut off by you moving your hand under her sweatpants, your hand meeting the fabric of her panties.
"Aaah no..." She cries out softly.
>"I said be quiet." You bark, your hand making moves to slip under her panties.
Chiappa begins to tear up, biting her lip as her face turns increasingly red. 
>You manage to guide your hand to in between Chiappa's legs, where you begin to thumb her slit slowly at first. 
Chiappa can only manage a whimper, which you find annoying, so you release her horn and cover her mouth with your hand, soon feeling warm channels of what are most likely tears hitting your hand
>You get bored of just teasing her and begin pressing your finger inside of her, causing her to fidget hysterically.
>As she moves around, she's really grinding against your crotch and you can feel yourself easily pitching a tent in your pants. 
>You jam two fingers into her and pick up the pace, loving the feel of her back arching and her chest rising quickly.
>Your lust is too much, you wrap your arm around Chiappa and lift her up, pulling your fingers outside of her and removing your pants and other things, revealing your shaft. 
>Chiappa has stopped squirming and has just begin sniffling and crying. You don't care.
>With your now free hand, you pull down her sweatpants and rip off her panties, placing her to ride against your shaft.
>You stay like this for a little bit, using one hand to stroke yourself and the other to hold her in place. 
>Even of this pleasure you get bored, picking up Chiappa once more and positioning her over your dick.  
>Without even a second thought you shove her onto you, your dick enveloped in the tightest damn thing you've ever felt. 
>Chiappa screams out, and begins crying even more. But that's not hot, so you press your hand against her mouth hard and tell her to shut up as you begin pumping inside of her.
>After a few minutes of this intense activity, you feel yourself building up. 
>You pick up the pace, slamming her insides with your cock and eventually groaning as you cum inside of Chiappa. 
>After you feel like you're finished, Chiappa passes out in your arms, and you pull her off and dump her on the couch.
>You smile victoriously, looking at her on the couch, twitching in what seems to be her own little orgasm. 
>You chuckle and turn away to go take a shower, and as the water hits your back, you think to yourself.
>She's not really 13, right?