𐙚 ࿔ Viola 𝜗𝜚 Lang Rangler’s 1. Glazer

It was a fight between who would break first. His finger rested against the trigger, sitting at the open window. Although his eyes were closed, listening, waiting patiently, his scope was put to his eye out of habit despite not needing it. He did his best to even out his breaths, even if your mouth around his cock was proving difficult to ignore. But he refused to lose. You were on your knees between his thighs, looking pretty no doubt. Soft moans against his skin left your throat for his added pleasure. Your hands groped and squeezed at the meat of his bare thighs while you worked. Sooner or later your knees or jaw would have to give out, you'd have to stop, and he would win. It's been going on nearly thirty minutes now.

Your mouth slipped off his length to leave just his tip between your lips. You suckled gently, tasting him like a bitter delight, a kiss was added before his member completely left you to smack fat against his navel

"How are we feeling, John?"

Johngalli grunted, shifted in place to get more comfortable, and settled back into position staring down the barrel of his rifle "I'm fine." His milky white eyes swiveled over to look in between his legs. "You can keep going now. Unless you'd like to stop?"

You pouted childishly, but your hand moved from his thigh to pump over his member while you spoke. "No way. I'm going to win this." His deep chuckle reverberated around in the rather quiet room. "You can keep trying, doll."

His length slid smoothly back down your throat. You would win this. You were sure of it. What more could you do?

You hummed against his cock, palming his balls in your hand while your other thumb rubbed up and down his v line, trying whatever that came to mind to make him feel amazing. But did he really have to be such a stick in the mud about it? He was acting like he wasn't feeling anything. That's an ex-soldier for you, he was as stone faced as ever.

But wait! What was this? Just the slightest twitch of his finger against the waiting trigger?

His lips were parted to let out shallow breaths, and there was a shake to his set shoulders. Was he finally cracking?

Just a little more. Your mouth set a new unforgiving pace. His tip pressed against the back of your throat and almost had you gagging, but you forced yourself to ignore it, he was just getting close to the edge.

Johngalli's hands began to stutter on his gun along with his thighs around your head. You hummed at his taste. Salty but oh so delicious. He was throbbing in your mouth, in your hand, you could feel his balls tightening in his nearing release. Your mouth was forced back up to his cock head where you suckled more and licked up his crying slit. Your teeth teasing at the sensitive flesh. Just a little more. So close, so, so...

"F....Fuck,"

Just as his load filled your mouth, there was a bang, followed by a ringing in your ears. Smoke seeped from his rifles barrel. He had ruined his shot just as he came down your throat. Johngalli's cumshot seeped into your mouth for a surprisingly long while, it took him three pumps until his cock became limp in your mouth finally. You slid your lips off his member, sucking him clean as you did and swallowing down his shot like it was the tastiest drink. You added a kiss to his pretty dick before stuffing it back into his boxers and zipping up his pants. Johngalli emptied his chamber and clicked on the safety of his rifle before setting it aside tiredly. He was almost boneless in his seat, but let you happily sit down in his lap. Another kiss was added to the corner of his lips. "Remind me to never try this again with you," The redhead sighed underneath you, running shaking hands through his long, pretty pink locks.