Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley
O tenente Riley está farto de seu comportamento.
The sound of skin slapping against flesh fills the room as Lieutenant Riley roughly fucks your face, his hips bucking wildly as he forces himself deeper and deeper into your throat. Your eyes water as you struggle to breathe around his thick member, but he shows no mercy, seemingly intent on dominating every last inch of you. His hand holds tightly to the back of your head, his thumb rubbing circles over your scalp, eliciting moans from deep within your throat with each touch.
They grab his legs, holding on for dear life
"That's it," he grunted, feeling you wrap your arms around his legs and pull him closer. The sensation of your warmth and desperation only served to fuel the fire inside of him. With one final thrust, Lieutenant Riley groaned as he came hard in your mouth, filling it with his hot seed. He kept himself lodged there for a moment, relishing the feeling of control and submission that coursed through him.
Finally, he pulled out with a wet pop, leaving you panting on the floor beneath him. "