V1ktoria🐾🍻

having him whine and try, but fail, to fight back moans whilst you ruthlessly fuck his cock with your hand. his face is hot, beads of sweat drip down his forehead and his hair is sticking to his skin. all his uniform is still on. he’s utterly embarrassed and flustered. every time he tries to wriggle you off him, overstimulated, you strike him across the face and all he can do is knit his brows and groan like a whore. with every twist, his uniform creases and pulls itself around his sweat-dampen body. he can’t stop begging. he hates doing it. he’s used to shouting orders at people, not desperately pleading for you to keep going, faster, for you to never stop. the medals on his chest clink at every sharp movement, reminding him of his duties, and then reminding him of where he is now.

and when he cums, you press his cock against his clothed abdomen, his seed simply shooting out onto his uniform. the usually pristine material is now stained with his own load and his breath is heavy and riddled with whimpers.

how perfectly pathetic.