love letter incoming!

price, who while stuffing your pussy, wants to practice as soon as possible for when his seed takes. knows it will, especially with how many loads he dumps inside of you. does it more for his pleasure than yours because he likes the feel of you being so full. so stuffed full of that fat cock and those potent loads. so sure it'll take calls upon the boys to help give you some practice for the real thing.

he has soap and gaz each attached to a tit, tongues working over your nipples. suckling and laving their tongues around and around the little peaks of your tits. soap moans in delight as if he can already taste you leaking into his mouth, he teethes at you and laughs. likes to pinch your nipple between his front teeth ever so lightly and prod with the tip of his tongue. gaz is softer, sweeter on you but somehow more feral than the other. gaz kisses your nipple, holds your tit in his hand and massages. but he sloppily makes out with it and runs the flat of his tongue all over your skin. makes you feel all the rough bumps of his tongue and he pants against you as he worships you like he can't get enough and his head is so foggy in pleasure.

normally as the boys are lavishing your nipples in all the attention, price has you plugged full of him and even tries to slowly buck into you to dump as much as he can in there. but he gets tired, he gets a little sensitive. grunts and groans so nicely in your ear, but the captain is not afraid to ask for help. there's only one cock fat enough to keep you plugged while price is recovering for another round.

and, fuck. ghost's cock stretches you so nicely. price on the side mutters praises to you as ghost rocks you on his cock, courtesy of price's requests. wants to make sure he's mixing all the cum inside of you and keeping you nice and pliant so when price is back up again then you're ready. you feel like you're going crazy with ghost's cock. price doesn't mind when ghost does the opposite of keeping all the cum in there, as his movements and the stretch makes the cum gush out of you with every slow, deep thrust. just makes some room for more. poor thing, you must feel so empty with all that cum leaking out of you, hm? price allows ghost the privilege of filling you right back up, orders him to. not one to disobey, ghost will start rolling his hips into you like a madman and you're not sure if it's his cum or price's cum dripping out of you in hot globs and gathering on those fat balls of his.

sometimes, though, price is a bit of a sadist and right when ghost is about to fill you again, you're ripped off that dick. have to watch in agony as ghost's cum shoots up in heavy spurts and lands in between your thighs or on your stomach with every throb and twitch of that poor cock. it only adds to the mix of cum all over you. price does this on purpose to rile himself up again. because even though he tells ghost to pump you full again, it gets him jealous. possessive. needs to be the one to finish you off and have the last laugh.

price makes soap finger the cum out of you to clean you out, gaz moves on his own to slurp away all the cum just so he can clean off that pretty clit. price'll coo and tell you not to worry, knows that pussy feels so empty. ghost was filling you up so nice, eh? that's okay, don't worry, gonna be pumped full again soon. no one'll take better care of you than the captain himself.

has to swat away the boys from hiding your pussy from him, even ghost. but they all listen so well when price orders them to stand off to the side and keep their hands to themselves. they get to watch how it's done as price fucking rams into you with the goal of finishing it off with one last load. wants to paint your insides white with his sticky semen. pretty sure he's carving his initials against you with every stroke of his hips. it's hot when he cums, searing. he shudders against you as he floods you and leaves the boys in awe of how you and your pretty pussy look covered in his cum. he's staked his claim on you. with the looks on his boys' faces you can tell this will happen again. to sate their desires and his own to keep proving a point.

"How much longer?" John asks from behind you, still peppering soft kisses on your neck and shoulder as you continue stirring the pot in front of you. You were trying to make some sort of Halloween themed drink you saw online.

"Impatient, are we?" you ask and turn to look at him. He takes this moment to kiss you on the lips, letting you know just how impatient he's been. Of all the times to be needy for your attention, it had to be now.

"C'mon, can't take that long to mix," he whispers in your ear as you turn back to your drink. It's some sort of concoction of punch and juices added with some fruits. It was a sort of test before you hosted a Halloween party for some friends of yours and his. But this was taking away from you and John time, and he was displeased about it.

"Quit," you chide him as there are some wandering hands up your body. John keeps pawing at you and you can feel his smile against your shoulder. You have half a mind to swat him away but the sugar in the drink has yet to dissolve. Not sure why you needed to add sugar to juice anyways.

"Pay attention to me," he grunts while slipping his hands under your shirt.

"John," you start and he laughs before giving you a firm bite. You grunt and finally stop mixing. John is about to smile in victory until you hold up a spoon. "Taste for me."

John grumbles and hides his face in the crook of your neck. You take that as a no and decide to lift the spoon up to your mouth instead. Once the liquid passes through your lips, you feel fingers under your chin and turn your head to the side.

Lips attach to yours and a tongue invades your mouth, seeking remnants of the sticky residue left like in a familiar fashion. John's lips curve into a smirk as he parts, his tongue still hanging out of his mouth.

"How's it taste?" You find yourself asking, voice a little breathless from the way he just kissed your breath away. He makes a show of smacking his lips together before humming.

"Need another taste," he says before diving back in.

You're spun around so you're fulling facing him and then John is back to devouring your mouth. His hand cradles your head so preciously even though the kiss is heated and rough. He's missed you. Even though you were right by him the whole time. He's wanted your touch, your taste.

And he keeps going back in for seconds. John only gives you a moment to breathe to wet his lips again, not that he needs it because of the way he's sloppily kissing you. His tongue swirls against yours like he's trying to taste all of you. Trying to cover you in his own spit in hopes that you'll be able to taste him too.

He groans and tilts you back, needing to get closer to you. It's like he can't get enough of you. There's no way he can get even closer and it frustrates him. John growls and starts nipping at you. Nips at your lips, at your neck, at your collarbone.

"John-" you start, clawing at his chest. You're not sure if you're trying to push him away or pull him impossibly closer.

"Tastes good. Sweet," he murmurs against your skin. You know he's not talking about the drink. You know he didn't even bother to even taste what was in your mouth. His hands go to grip your ass and you gasp in surprise, which coaxes him back up to your mouth.

John works on kissing you senseless again and grabbing at your hips. He pulls you against him and all of a sudden you're grinding. He grits his teeth against you as he manhandles you, pushes you against him in a way that the material of your clothes catches just right. John knows how to push the right buttons and you're groaning against him as he bucks his hips against yours.

"C'mon, lovie, make that sweetness for me," he grins against you. Your tongue is the one to seek his out this time and that makes John let out this guttural moan. He lets you do as you please, your tongue licking around his mouth as if trying to convince him there was something to taste. And there is because he drinks you up greedily.

You can tell what he's going for by the way his hips move a little more desperately. He wants to take control of the kiss again but you part. You need to breathe. He chases after you but you move to cover his mouth. An eager tongue moves across your fingers and you're mesmerized. John swirls his tongue around your fingers in such a practiced motion that you're sure he's envisioning something else as he makes eye contact with you.

"Let's go," John mutters as he starts pulling you to the bedroom.

"But-"

The moment you go to set your bag down, the door shuts behind you. That's when you see him.

You don't need a second thought before you take off deeper into the flat, narrowly escaping the way the intruder grabs for your neck.

Your footsteps echo in the hallway as you try to find something, anything to defend yourself or buy enough time to make an escape. It's the turn that gets you and you're sliding along the ground until you're pinned to the wall.

"Gotcha," comes a whisper, hot against your skin. Teeth graze against your ear and it sends a shudder down your skin. Hands come up to your waist and hold you tight. But just as they're closing in around your skin, you give him a hard shove that sends him back against the wall and stumbling over his feet. As you take off again, you hear a small scoff. "That the way you wanna play, baby?"

He's quick on his feet and sprawls, grabbing for your ankles and sending you to the ground. Your fall is broken when he grabs you, straddles you to trap you under him. There's a certain way he slots himself between your legs that keeps you locked in place. The way he moves his hips against you, pushes you, sends you sliding up the hard floor just a little bit.

"Gonna have my fun with you, pretty thing," he says while bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. He runs his thumb over your lips, long fingers smoothing over the column of your throat. The man above you is dressed in this sort of cheap getup from the store, wearing an iconic mask that hides this tantalizing smirk just barely. But his hands are bare, ungloved. So you bite.

He groans, throws his hand away, and shoves his hips a little harder against you to keep you stuck there. But it's not enough until you're crawling away from him and running down the hall again. He laughs and then gives chase.

Your heart is beating in your ears as you hear those thunderous footsteps right behind you. He's not even trying to hide where he is. This game of catch and release has your adrenaline soaring and you feel this thrumming in your legs as he catches up to you.

"That's it, baby. Mm, got me excited," he calls after you. "Things I'm gonna do to you. Gonna make you scream." He mutters those parts to himself, like it's a promise. There's a heaviness in his words that sends a jolt to your core.

You barely manage to make it to the door when he shoves an arm in to block it. You're forced back as he grabs you and shuts the door behind him, trapping you with him. There's not enough space in your room to get away and you go down. He follows easily, looming over you as you lay on your bed.

The figure pries the mask off and your heart stops.

"Welcome home, baby," Kyle smirks down at you. He throws the cheap mask to the side and grabs your thighs, pulling you to him.

It's that instant that his lips are on yours. He kisses you with such intensity that you know just how much he enjoyed the chase. Your teeth clash together a little painfully and it makes you hiss, to which he bites your bottom lip. It's more of a little payback to earlier when you bit his hand.

"You play dirty," he grumbles against your lips before sliding his tongue over the spot he nipped. You hum and let his tongue meet yours. He lets you set the pace, allowing you to take control. Or so you think. Once you've stuck your tongue into his mouth, he starts sucking on it in some dirty fashion. He wraps his mouth around your tongue and bobs up and down slightly, then doing the traditional tongue tangling when he's satisfied.

Kyle begins to trail playful, wet kisses down your neck and slipping hands underneath your shirt. He doesn't stray far. Those fingers graze against your waist, trailing upwards in just the slightest while leaving light scratches down your sides. It makes you shiver and you grunt when he bites down on where your shoulder meets your neck. Looks like he wasn't done with payback. He likes to hold a grudge.

Your body had some sort of involuntary reaction to that and you end up arching up against him. Kyle's breathing gets heavier and he's panting against your skin. It's hot under his costume and you move to rip it off of him. He complies and parts from you briefly to strip. There's something a little cheesy about the way he wasn't wearing anything underneath. And you revel in the fact that he wasn't holding a prop weapon at all, so now you know exactly what you were feeling when he was pressed against you. And you want him there again.

"Thought we were watching a scary movie," you breathe as your legs hook around his waist. Kyle trails a hand slowly over your stomach, in between your chest, and slowly up to your neck. His thumb caresses your pulse point and you can feel his own pulse beating to the same rhythm, a steady throbbing that excites you more than you'd care to admit.

You're not exactly sure how you got here. Or maybe you do. Perhaps it was a little too much flirting with him at the Halloween get together with the others. Trying to tease him with what he can't have in that moment. Not that it stopped him, obviously.

"Been naughty," Simon breathes before plunging his tongue into your mouth again. He twirls it around like he's fucking your mouth. Uses his tongue just like he usually does when he licks at you, tastes you, drinks in all you can give him. You kinda wish he would, but he has other plans. "So horny you were begging me to take you, is that right?"

You realize that he's not been riled up in the slightest. Treats you like you're the horny one (not that you aren't), but like all that teasing from you was instead you asking for his help. For his dick. He's always willing to give it to you, but...

"Don't you realize we're at a party? Just couldn't wait 'til we got home later?" He licks a long stripe along your jaw. It's hot and wet, and the cold air brings a slight chill on your skin. Or perhaps it's the ticklish feeling of his fingers creeping on your legs, finding their way under your costume.

"Use your mouth?" you plead when he parts from your lips, a long trail of saliva connecting you to him. He grins, shakes his head and you feel disheartened until his next words.

"Gotta keep you quiet somehow," Simon mutters before attaching his mouth back to yours. On a normal day, he loves to taste that sweet, tangy slick he coaxes out of you. But today he thinks there's no sweeter treat than those pretty moans.

He slips his fingers underneath your costume with practiced ease. He's the one who helped you put it on after all. There's no warning at all when he uses his fingers to give you a nice, rough stroke against you.

You lock up and Simon swallows down a nice, hearty groan. He drinks in your saliva, loving the way it drips down your chin as his tongue aches to stake claim over your mouth.

His other hand is down there groping your ass while the other works its fingers steadily against you. He's squeezing the flesh of your ass like you're his own personal stress ball. It's rough and you worry there will be wrinkles in your costume from how hard he's gripping you. Don't even mention the little wet stain you're leaving on your bottoms as Simon's thick fingers work you over.

The way he touches you is similar to how he uses his own hand to jerk himself off. A quick, shallow flick of his wrist with a focus on that one part that has your knees going weak. He pinches and smooths his thumb over you in a way that you're sure you're gushing. He'll confirm for you by the way he swirls his those first two fingers around you and prods at your hole.

And when he finally sinks his fingers into you, Simon groans to drown out your huffy sigh. If your mouth wasn't already pried open by his tongue then your jaw would have dropped then. Two fingers is a big stretch with the way he spreads them out. A reminder that he will take care of you later. He's prepping you now. A promise that he will take you home soon. He will take you then.

But for now he fucks your mouth with his tongue and fucks your hole with his fingers. That hand on your ass moves up to grasp your throat, massaging from your collarbone upwards as if trying to pry a moan from your lungs. Simon fingers you with purpose. He's not trying to make you cum. He fingers you just so you make noise. He jerks his hand against you so that you can hear the wet sounds of his fingers going in and out.

The motion of his fingers against your walls have you panting against his open mouth. He's retracting his tongue now so he can hear you properly. Doesn't want you to choke on his tongue with the way he curls his fingers.

"Simon!" You gasp out and he crooks his fingers just right, brings them right back out so his palm can roughly grind against you so good. It's coming all too soon and you're overwhelmed, foggy in the head.

"Feel good, mm?" He breathes against you. Doesn't give you the chance to reply before that last tweak of his hand and plunge of his fingers sends you over.

You don't know who bites first. But with the rush down your legs, there's a little rush of blood from your bottom lip. You let out a shuddery breath when Simon finally pulls his fingers away and pulls back to give you the air you need. The hand on your neck moves to cup your jaw.

He gives you this wicked grin. After eating up all your moans, he brings his fingers drenched in your cum up to his lips. Licks them clean and moans himself like he can't get enough. Now, he's riled up.

"Sweeter than any treat I could ever ask for," he mutters after licking his lips. He gives you a once over before tilting his head towards the car. "I'm hungry. Let's go home."