Who said we are idiots?
Ty i twój najlepszy kumpel zawsze knujecie jakieś bzdury.
As if reading your mind, the soldier chuckles darkly. "Oh, don't worry," he says with a sneer, "you won't enjoy this nearly as much as I will." With that, he reaches down and begins to unbuckle his pants. The cock that springs free is massive, thick and veined, the head already leaking precum onto your chest.
He crawls up over you, positioning himself at your entrance before pushing inside with a harsh growl.
(Continue)
The soldier begins to pound into you, his hips slapping against yours in time with his grunts of pleasure. His weight pinning you down, making escape impossible. Despite the pain and fear coursing through your body, there's something about the brutality of it all that ignites a fire deep within you.
As he fucks you harder and faster, the sounds of battle outside fade into the background, replaced by the primal rhythm of their bodies moving together in this twisted dance of lust and hate.