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No thoughts just bear hybrid!price who does his damn best to skip hibernation each winter.
He's gotten good at it, tricking his body to avoid those long days spent mostly sleeping and losing productivity. Light meals, keeping warm, plenty of caffeine. Down to a science.
The team knows to let him be, it's not unusual for hybrids to skip seasonal habits in the military.
Something that you, his maybe-sorta-partner, absolutely despise.
You've read all the studies and medical info videos about the dangers of disrupting natural biological patterns. Look, if your maybe-hopefully-future-husband is allowed to follow his own rules in war, then you're allowed to follow your own rules in caring for him.
Which means feeding him...without him noticing.
Lucky for you, price's instincts want to eat.
Snacks left on his desk for him to mindlessly pick at, insisting you're too full and he should finish your portion. Small things that price won't notice, comfortable as he is in not needing to notice the signs. You've got him waking up at night just to clear out the fridge in a matter of weeks.
Price? He doesn't notice until he wakes up one day after sleeping for 38 hours straight.
Hair a mess, mouth dry, still sleepy.
He turns in bed to see you absolutely beaming, squints through sleepy eyelids and huffs "yer a fuckin' menace. Ahm' never letting you go."
You've been dating ghost for months...but he refuses to kiss you.
It'd driving you mad. Ghost is more than happy to bend you over his desk, push you against the walls, fuck you stupid wherever you ask for him. But not once does he kiss you properly.
"Simon....do you...do you love me?" You ask one night, back tucked to ghosts chest in your apartment. Never his.
Silence drags longer than you're comfortable with.
"Yes. O' course i do, lovie." He finally replies, dragging one arm over you, pulling you closer as if to end the conversation. But you can't drop it, not after so long of feeling inadequate.
"But...I've never been to your apartment. And you refuse to kiss me...and–" you choke for a second, only realizing you've started crying when your throat goes tight.
"I have kissed you." Ghost corrects. pointedly ignores everything else.
"Yeah, through that damn mask." You hiss, finally turning around to glare at him. Even now, ghost is wearing that stupid thin balaclava he sleeps in "i don't even know what you've look like! I've never touched your face! But you get to see every part of me!"
You don't mean to say it like that, like he owes you what you know is such a traumatic and personal thing, but it's the only way the words come out.
"You won't like what you see." Ghost warns, eyes narrowed and brows pinched in that discomfort you've learned to recognize "I'm not– Easy to love. You wouldn't want to stay."
It's the most vulnerable he's ever been with you.
"You can't make that decision for me. You can't decide how I feel, simon." You try to reason, sliding a hand up to cup his covered jaw. "Please. I love you. I want to love you, if you let me."
Ghost stares at you, silent.
"I....I can't." You want to scream, but ghost gently tucks your head against his chest, rests his chin against you "not...not now. Give me time. Wait for me."
"...okay. I can wait. Just, don't block me out." You sigh, pushing so close you can hear the hammer of his heartbeat.
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The first thing price does when he gets back home is carry you to bed and take you right there.
He takes his time enjoying you. Kisses into your mouth and runs his tongue along your teeth, hands smoothing along your skin like he's learning every bump and crease for the first time. You're practically sitting in a puddle of your own arousal when he finally hooks your knees over his shoulder and—
"John...did you...did you just fucking sniff me!?!?" You prop up on your hands, face burning and trying to shuffle away in embarrassment "what the hell!"
"Fuckin' hold still, christ kid—" price grunts, hooking a forearm around your thighs and hauling you right back into position. He glares up at you, already dipping back down "what? I can't enjoy you anymore? Fuckin' missed the smell of your cunt—"
"John! That's gross!" You gasp, only to freeze and moan when he licks a fat strip across you. He rumbles in delight, going back in for another lick, nose pressed right against your clit and inhaling your scent.
"Don't care." He has the care to at least rub a soothing palm up your side, "been' surrounded by stench for the past month. Needed this, christ love—"
He spends hours down there, refusing to move even while you catch a break between rounds. It's only when you threaten to wear the perfume he hates that he actually fucks you. Still, his nose is tucked into the crook of your neck the whole time, all to pleased you still use the body wash he likes.
Your husband is gross, obsessed with your smell, but at the end of the day...it's nice to know he loves you so much.
Few times in your life have you truly fought with your husband, simon riley.
Tonight is one of those nights.
"Simon, you fucking crossed a line! That is unacceptable!" You had told him two days ago after finding out he's put a tracker on you and has been sharing your location with his work buddies. That was your first big fight since the wedding.
Which leads you to now, fluffy comforter and favorite pillow in hand while you glare at the couch.
You didn't want it to come to this. You had hoped refusing cuddles and referring to him solely as "simon." Instead of your usual pet names would get the point across how serious this is. But ghost refused to budge.
So, you're sleeping on the couch. Because as pissed off as you are at simon and as much as you want to tear his face off, some silly part of you aches at the thought of him hurting his back sleeping on the couch.
So, you go tuck in and try to ignore how weird it feels not to have a warm body next to you.
When you wake up, you nearly trip over your husband sleeping on the floor by the couch.
"What— simon! What the hell—" all anger you'd initially feel is destroyed when you look closer at the wet lines down the scars on his face, the red tint around his eyes.
Oh. You've....You've never actually seen ghost cry.... not since the wedding.
"Please don't leave me love–" are the first choked words out of his mouth, not even awake for a minute and already shifting closer to you "ahm' sorry. I'm sorry, I just— i can't lose you. If— if something happens to me I—"
"Woah. Woah, hey, slow down si" You attempt to soothe, because pulling him up onto the bed. "I'm pissed off. You know that. But I'm not leaving you. What's going on?"
Ghost breathes for a second, looks at the window instead of you. When he speaks, his voice is quiet and raw "if I get captured. If I'm— compromised. The team needs to be able to find you. Keep you safe. I can't always be here."
Oh....oh.
The conversation that followed was long, painstaking, but necessary. You and simon struck a tentatively compromise, both mentally exhausted from it all. You could tell he was struggling not to shut down.
"....come to bed with me? I missed your cuddles last night." You smile, only to gasp and laugh when simon bodily hauled you over his shoulder to drag you to bed.
After the life Simon Riley has had, it’s really not surprising that he just can’t get it up anymore. He’s tried, time and time again, but the blood doesn’t pump through him the same way it did. And it isn’t that he doesn’t have a sex drive, god no, one look at you and he wishes he could fuck you into the mattress until your tears stain the pillows and the only sounds falling from your mouth are screams of pleasure.
You walk around the apartment, his big t-shirt on, no panties underneath, and it drives him insane. You’re an entire decade younger than him, young and sexy, and he can’t help but feel guilty for letting you stay with him knowing that he can’t give you what you want in bed.
It doesn’t stop him from eating you out until your clit is puffy and your walls are rubbed raw by his calloused fingers. When his head is between your legs, he tries, he really does. He gets so worked up, grinding his soft cock against the bed, willing it to get hard so he can fuck you right after, but it never does.
All it ends in is you cumming on his face one too many times and him walking out of the room without saying a word in pure humiliation.
You don’t take it to heart, you know he beats himself up for it, saying he isn’t good enough, that you should find someone who can actually give you what you want and keep up with you at that. Every time you reassure him, that he does satisfy you, that he never fails to make you feel good regardless of how he does it, but it seems to go in one ear and out the other.
But tonight, tonight is different and you will find a way to fuck your man.
You lay naked on the bed, legs spread, juices glistening off your folds while Simon hovers above you. His arms cage your head in as he kisses you rough, his tongue sliding over your soft lips, yours entering to explore the expanse of his mouth. He kisses the length of your jaw, down your neck where he licks the salty-sweet skin, bites just hard enough for you to writhe beneath him, and sucks until purple bruises are left to ache in the best way possible.
Before he can lower himself between your legs, you let your fingertips brush just under the waistband of his sweatpants, and his mouth stills against yours.
“Si… just let me try something tonight. I really want to,” you say breathlessly, pulling away from the kiss, gazing up at him with a look that is more of a beg than anything.
He kisses your forehead, moving his hand down to pull yours away, but before he can you reach in deeper, squeezing the base of him and earning a rumbling groan from him instead. His fingers wrap around your wrist, not moving you, just simply holding on like he has to steady himself.
“Lovie, please. Don’t embarrass me now,” he whispers, voice rough and low, wavering ever so slightly when your hand begins to trail further up his limp cock.
You don’t reply, but you do run your thumb against his tip, swiping the precum beading from his slit, evidence of his arousal despite him remaining soft. Lips meeting him again, he’s reluctant, but eventually he finds your rhythm.
Pushing his sweatpants down, you pull his cock out, stroking it gently and your warm, soft palm against him feels like you're touching his raw nerves. Even if he couldn’t get it up, it is still incredibly sensitive from months and months of pent-up need and no sex. Not that you hadn’t tried before, because you have, and every time he gets frustrated.
There’s not much you can say to convince him to try again on the same night.
Nonetheless, you focus on his tip, gliding your thumb under the ridge, rubbing against his slit, and you feel his cock twitch barely in your hand. You pull his body closer to yours, resting his cock on your folds, and he hisses from the sheer pleasure of that alone. Your body heat, your slick, the thought of him touching your aching clit like this has him beyond needy.
“Just slide against me. It’ll feel good, yeah,” you say, nodding your head slowly in encouragement.
His hips roll against you, his cock sliding underneath your palm and through your folds, and he bites back a whimper while shivers run down his spine. Simon can feel his cock hardening, just barely, just enough that he might actually be able to feel your walls wrap around him, so he wastes no time in finding out.
“Please, please,” he says under his breath, begging his body to let him pleasure you in ways he usually can’t, just for tonight if that’s what it takes.
He grabs the base of his cock, positioning at your entrance, and it takes a few tries but his semi-hard tip pushes through your entrance. You gasp softly, the feeling foreign and orgasmic, and your walls clench hard around him. A guttural groan rips from his chest when he begins to rock into you, his eyes meet yours, passion and desire swirling around as his pupils dilate from the sight of you taking him regardless of the conditions.
“You feel so good, Si,” you moan, lifting your hips to give him easier access, glancing down every few seconds to watch the way his impossibly large and yet still soft cock rubs through your walls.
“You feel like a dream,” is all he can get out before his eyes are shutting tight and his fingers are tangling in your hair.
Your body meets his, helping him through it, helping him get to where he needs to be so that just for tonight, he can feel man enough for you. And when he cums deep inside of you, his tip pulsing with long, thick ropes of warm cum, ‘thank you’s’ fall from him repeatedly before he kisses you with a newfound confidence.
“Again Si, don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. He stays rocking inside you, cumming again and again until his cock is too raw, until your pussy is full of his cum, and you feel every last bit of him. When he’s done, he lowers himself between your legs, cleaning his mess and sucking your clit, watching you cry from pleasure, watching you squirm away, but there is nothing he could give you that would ever come close to the feeling of showing him that he is enough for you.
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A/N: since someone had an issue with the fact that i said the reader is a decade younger than simon and "young and sexy" let me clarify that i never specified an age anywhere in the fic lmao the reader could be 24 and simon be 37 the reader could be 35 and simon be 50 for all i care thats for you to decide and that is why i dont specify certain aspects of the reader i simply wanted to emphasize an age gap to make the guilt simon feels more profound simon finds the reader sexy and shes younger than him there is nothing to read in between the lines or imply about that literally at all
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When you are ovulating, Simon’s cock weeps from overstimulation, but he never complains.
You’ve been riding him for who knows how long, and he’s on his… actually he can’t even remember how many times he’s cum. You’re feral, truly feral, bouncing up and down his length, sitting down fully until his tip is pressed against your cervix and leaking precum. Grinding down on him, your hands fall to his chest, digging your nails into his skin to steady yourself as he writhes beneath you.
He’s a whimpering, whining mess, cursing under his breath, with his eyes rolling to the back of his head when your pussy clenches down on his length. Every time your ass slaps against his thighs a breath of air is knocked from his lungs, leaving him gasping and clutching the bunched-up sheets around his limp body.
“C-can’t take anymore l-lovie,” he stutters, placing both hands on your hips, but instead of moving you away, his own hips buck up just to feel more of your warm, wet walls around his aching cock.
His mouth hangs open as drool drips from his chin, his eyes half-lidded while he watches your breasts bounce directly in front of his face, and he can’t help but suck one nipple into his mouth to bite down and relieve some of the unbearable pleasure. You moan out, your fingers moving to tangle in the hair at his nape, pulling harshly on the strands before pushing your chest out for him by arching your back.
“One more Si, p-please… need it, need your c-cum,” you beg, gazing down at him with fucked out eyes, obscene moans flooding his ears each time his cock knocks against your cervix.
Your knees dig into the mattress on either side of him, caging his body underneath yours while you ride him as if your life depends on it. Skin slaps against skin, the sounds sharp and loud, the headboard bangs against the wall, sure to leave a dent or scrape the paint, not that either of you care. The smell of sex hangs in the air so thick you can taste it, musky from the salty sweat beading across the two bodies that move together in tandem.
“So g-good,” you praise, bouncing harder, faster, pushing him deeper inside of you while your walls suck him in, and clench down as if your pussy never wants him to leave.
The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up to the brim, leaving no parts of you empty for too long. He sucks, bites, licks on your nipple, letting it peak between his lips before moving off with a pop and focusing on the other. One of his hands slides from your hip, finding your clit with ease to rub tight, quick circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves instead.
You cry out in pleasure, sinking down fast to grind against his fingers before lifting up once more. With the added stimulation, your body grows weaker the closer and closer you reach your climax, and you beg him to help you.
“C’mon lovie… I g-got you,” he says, planting both feet on the bed behind you, and steadying you on top of him before he begins to pound into you from below.
His balls clap against your ass, sensitive and empty, and he whimpers every time. You slump against his chest, your nipples dragging across his rough skin, his fingers still working your clit, and you’re walking the edge of your orgasm faster than you would like.
“C-close… I’m so…”
He thrusts in deep and hard, knocking the air from your lungs, cutting off your words as a sharp gasp rips from your throat when his tip nudges against your sweet spot. Stars burst behind your eyelids, the sheer ecstasy rushing through your body is enough to have you cumming on his long, thick cock.
“That’s it. Cum on m-me,” he encourages, eager to feel you come undone, his cock crying out for him as it bullies your insides and bruises your cervix.
Your muscles draw taut, your body becoming rigid as pleasure consumes your entire being. Cum gushes from your entrance, leaking out around his length for the umpteenth time tonight, dripping from his skin and pooling onto the already wet sheets below. Your pussy clenches impossibly tight and pulses rhythmically around him.
He fucks you through your high, drawing it out as long as possible before giving himself the same release, his fingers only letting up on your swollen clit when your body begins to jerk and twitch from his overstimulating touch.
“Shit- gonna f-fill you up again lovie.”
With a few more thrusts he’s burying himself to the hilt and releases his seed deep inside of you. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, leaking out from his tip against your cervix, coating your walls and dripping out when there is no more room left inside of your raw walls. Your belly tingles from the sensation, your skin burning from his touch, your body weak on top of his as his thrusts slow and he collapses onto the pillows again.
Simon’s chest heaves against yours while he tries to catch his breath, his heart pounding in your ear as he comes down from his intense high. You do your best to recover too, your breathing coming in short, ragged gasps, the sound of your blood whooshing past your ears louder than any of the lingering whimpers and whines from stimulated sensitive body parts, your legs and arms trembling from the prolonged activity, it is all too much and not enough at the same time.
His cock continues to twitch inside of you, the mess continues to pool underneath you, and knowing you, you still would want more.
You had never been a very good soldier. Too weak to be much use in the field. Too soft to handle the horrors you knew you had to commit. You did try your best, but everyone knew the only reason you'd been scouted for the exclusive and dangerous taskforce 141 was to be an easy 'stress relief'. You were rarely ever sent out on missions anymore.
The moment Nikolai saw you he knew you could be so much more. Soft hands and an even softer ass. Who needs another useless soldier when you would be much better suited as the teams pretty girl.
Price was more than happy to pass you off to the Russian for a bit of conditioning. He'd seen Nikolai's work before, trusted he could turn you from the totally pointless man you were into something actually worthwhile.
Stood in front him Nik you no longer fidgeted uncomfortably. Months of his training and now his heavy hands over your skin settled your nerves. Thick fingers feeling over the dips of your waist up to your chest. Thumbing over your nipples hidden behind the delicate lace he had gifted you, squeezing the new weight adorning your chest.
"Coming along nicely, Milaya. So good, taking your injections." He patted your hip and nodded. "On the bed."
The sheets were much nicer than anything back on base. You'd long since forgotten how the woolen blankets scratched your skin. Now getting to bask in fine silks and satins every nice. Hair splayed on plush lace lined pillows.
Nikolai climbed over you slow. Fingers hooking into your panties and tucking them down your thighs. Quickly you grabbed your cock. Whimpering as you tugged the thing. At first he didn't allow you to touch yourself. Punished you harshly for even attempting it. But now your little cock couldn't even get hard. Limp in your palm no matter how hard you tried. Now Nik enjoyed watching you struggle to find pleasure.
"Poor clit is needy?" He cooed as he undressed. Laughing at the frustrated look on your face. Leaning over your to press a thumb between your brows. "Careful, cannot have my pretty girl getting wrinkles."
You whined as he rested his cock against yours. Grinding slow enough to drive you mad. It felt good, but it wasn't consistent. Not enough to get you off anymore. He had you trained so well.
Two thick fingers teased the rim off your ass. Already slicked with lube. You lifted your hips, trying to rock down on the digits. He stayed just out of reach of course. Going at his own pace no matter how you begged.
cw force masc?? dubcon? thinly disguised sweat kink
Your arms felt like jelly when you finally racked the weights again. An ache in your body that was as satisfying as much as it was painful.
Nik clapped a hand on your shoulder and you winced, but that didn't matter when he grinned at you like that. His little pet project. Something to work on whenever he visited base away from his choppers.
"Much better! Your form is improving!"
Preening under the praise you wiped the sweat from your forehead with a towel.
"I've been practicing like you said. Every time I get the chance."
Stretching your arms above your head you turned to head for the showers. Only to be dragged back by a large hand on the back of your neck. Tickling the base of your hairline.
"Where do you think you are going? Is time for sauna."
You flushed. It definitely wasn't the first time you'd been invited to the sauna after a work out. But not once had you even considered it. It made your stomach twist with nerves being that exposed in such a small room. Scars over your chest turning shiny and obvious with sweat. Only a thin towel separating you and all the 'real' men in the room. But it was so hard to say no to Nikolai. He only wanted the best for you.
"Good for muscles..." He cooed as he squeezed your shoulders. "Keep you healthy."
You gave him a nervous smile, but still followed. So focused on not seeming anxious that you didn't even notice him undressing and entering the sauna. For a moment you considered just ditching and heading back to your room. But you couldn't bear to let Nikolai down. He'd been so helpful to you in your transition.
Making sure your towel was wrapped securely around your waist you finally joined him. Squinting through the steam and smiling when you saw his lone figure sitting across the room. Moving closer you nearly tripped over your own feet when he fully came into view. Slouched down on the bench, arms resting against the back of it. Thick thighs spread. The dark hair curling down his chest and stomach slick with steam and sweat.
That on its own was delicious enough to make your mouth water. But you weren't looking at the fat meat of his pecs. You were looking much lower at his cock. Bare and resting half hard against his thigh. Thick and meaty just like the rest of them.
"You British are so prude." He laughed, gesturing at your towel. "There is no need for that. Is just us."
Despite every fibre of your being screaming no, you removed the towel. Tossing it on the bench and quickly moving to sit down. But before your bum landed Nik tugged you closer. Strong hands feeling up your arms.
"Still. I want to see your progress."
Your whole body felt flush. And it definitely wasn't from the steam. Cunt throbbing as Nik's fingers prodded into the muscles along your arms. Instructing you to flex occasionally and humming, clearly pleased with what he saw.
"So strong, Malysh."
His hand trailed down your chest. Thumb dancing over your scares before he moved on to inspecting your abdomen. You felt dizzy. Heat and arousal making your head spin.
A jolt ran through you when he pinched your clit. Knees almost buckling. Nik's other hand rested on your hip to steady you.
"Apologies. Dick is coming along nicely. Next lesson should be how to fuck a woman properly."
You didn't hear a single word he said. Too busy rocking your cunt against his fingers.
cw nasty sweat and musk kink. also a bit of pup play if you squint
"Gazzyyy..." You whined. Reaching out for the man only for him to duck away. "Gimme a kiss..."
Kyle's lip curled in disgust as he backed up. Staying out of your reach.
"No fuckin' way... you smell like ball sack."
Your arms fell to your side as you pouted at him. Giving your best puppy dog eyes to get him to fold.
"I do not..."
"You can't rub your face on Ghost's crotch and not smell like balls. Also I fuckin' saw you lick Soap's armpit. I am not going near that mouth. Go shower."
You huffed, eyes rolling. Tongue curling in your mouth as you savoured the leftover salt from Soap's gym sweat.
"But that just got me all worked up... then they left me! I need something inside me Gazzy... and you're the only one not busy..."
For a moment you thought he was going to come kiss you. But instead he just turned towards his closet.
"Down."
Your cunt ached at the sharp tone. Immediately dropping to your knees. Kyle was so good at doing the captain voice. He knew it made you weak. Willing to do whatever he said as long as he kept talking to you like that.
Reaching into his hamper he tossed you a pair of boxers. Clearly used. Without hesitation you pressed them to your nose. Huffing the concentrated scent of him as you slid your free hand down your pants. Tonguing the fabric and groaning when you tasted what could only be Price's dried cum.
Kyle didn't join you on the floor. Instead moving to sit on his bed. You paused to whine at him again but the stern look shut down any complaint. Clearly you were meant to get off like this, no help from him.
You panted into the boxers as you toyed with your clit. The smell of Kyle mixing with the lingering musk from Ghost. Already close just from the overwhelm of your senses.
Sliding two fingers inside yourself you shuddered. Humping your own hand desperately.
"Runt. C'mere."
You shuffled closer until you were knelt between his legs. Eye level with his cock as he gripped teased the tip. You'd been so lost in his boxers you hadn't even noticed Kyle stroking himself to the sight of you.
Kyle tugged the now damp fabric from your hand, only to shove it in your mouth. Ignoring your whimpers as your eyes started to water. Teetering on the edge of orgasm while you choked on the boxers.
"Fuckin' disgusting... nasty little runt, aren't you?"
Kyle's hips bucked forward, smearing precum along your lips. His chin dropped to his chest. Panting as he gripped the base of his cock tight and came. Spilling over your face and dripping down your cheeks. Cum soaking into the boxers gagging you.
Another wave of nearly unbearable arousal washed over you. Thighs shaking when you finally came. You were about to drop your head on Kyle's lap as you rode out the orgasm, but he gripped your hair to keep you upright. Not wanting the mess to touch him.
Before you had even fully recovered Kyle pushed you away.
"Go clean up. Brush your teeth. Then we can cuddle in bed, baby."
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You loved when Simon fucked you. I mean who wouldn't. He was huge, cock included. Tall and rugged and handsome in a scarred, mysterious, haunted kind of way.
But you especially loved it when he fucked you like this.
Head laid back against the pillows. Hips raised over his thighs. Sitting up as he fucked into you. Of course it felt great, it always did. But fuck... his chest.
Every thrust made the fat meat of his pecs bounce. It was hypnotising in a way. The jiggle as they lifted up, the crease against his ribs as they fell back down. You could stare at them all day, and you had, on occasion.
You ran your fingers up his hip as he rutted into you. Too focused on your cunt to notice your fixation. At least he was until you groped his chest. Cupping one pec in your hand and squeezing, thumb flicking over his nipple.
"God your tits are amazing..."
Simon's eyes widened slightly. His lips parting with a surprised whimper. Slamming deep as he came. Leaning over you, arms shaking as he tried to hold himself up.
"Lovie... you can't jus'..."
Normally he'd manhandle you easily. But for once you caught him by surprise. Mid orgasm and replaying the words over in his head you managed to flip him. Rolling on the bed so you could grind down on his cock. Still hot and pulsing inside you as he filled your cunt with cum.
"You like that?" You teased, now grabbing both tits. Jiggling them before pressing them together and groaning at the deep cleavage between. "Should get you a pretty bra for these things..."
He whined. Bright red all the way down to his chest. The scarred skin turning patchy with his blush. It was so adorable.
"Bet you're a bigger size than I am too... couldn't squeeze you into one of mine if you tried... tits would be spilling out..."
His back arched off the bed. Hands flying to your waist to stop you from moving. Unable to take the pleasure anymore. His now soft cock twitching every time you clenched. Cum oozing out and dripping down his balls.
"Maybe a pretty dress too..."
Now was you turned to be shocked. Gasping in surprise when he jolted. Entire body tense as he came again, this time dry. He hadn't even been hard this time.
John having you lay on your back so he can fuck your face and watch the bulge his cock makes. He's obsessed. It's such a gorgeous sight, mixed with the gurgles and gags you make when he thrusts deep he can barely control himself.
You can't see much past his heavy balls resting on your forehead. But you definitely hear the click of his phone, the old man always had his ringer on. You tried to shift to see what he was doing but he quickly pushed your shoulder to keep you down.
"Keep still, kid. Just want to show yer brothers."
John made sure to hold the camera steady to the side. Picking up the noticeable shift of John's cock as he filled your throat again and again.
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The video is hot, how could it not be. But the boys get jumpscared by a closeup of Price while he does that old man thing where it takes him a second to flip the camera.
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