COD MEN TWT!LINKS

COD MEN TWT!LINKS

okay okay, i kinda got convinced by my bsf to make more :3

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

punishing his pretty girl

backshots...

simon missionary with his big fat cuck

JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH

"why eat out when i can eat you out darlin'?"

riding him in a parking lot..

soap being meann :(

JOHN "CAPTAIN" PRICE

fucking in the shower

Capn' fucking his little darling

John being mean :(

morning pt.2

KEEGAN P RUSS

eat in and out

easy access ;)

his baby was overstimulated, what was he supposed to do :(

KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK

positions, positions...

sucking tatted gaz :3

office sex ;)

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

taking advantage of that pretty body you have :(

:3

teasing your hermoso :(

VALERIA GARZA

slapping that pretty cunt :(

vibrator :(

spoiling you

RUGBY PT.3

simon having to stuff his mask in your mouth when he’s eating you out because you’re so loud, it might wake up the rest of the squad :((

(oh but they are awake—callused hands fisting their own cocks, thumbs pressing down on their leaking slits. the new sounds of your muffled and gargled voice just makes them buck harder, and they bite down on their lips to smother the curses.

simon knows they’re awake—even you do—but there is something so maddening at the pretence. at the way simon’s bulk and his strength and his touch manhandles you, fills you, overpowers you.)

bouncing on simon's fat cock that nestled deep into your slimy, squelching cunt, you're wearing his pajama shirt with a cracked, frayed skull print on the dark fabric that lifts up with every slap of your supple ass against his muscular, lightly hairy thighs.

shirt flutters up every time you plunk down on his meaty shaft with a loud squelch of your gooey pussy, throbbing tip oozing pearly precum against your sleek walls as simon rolls back his head with noisy sighs and growling moans, beefy hands pawing at your pretty body through the black fabric.

you don't let him get under the shirt to squeeze and stroke your naked skin, slide up to tease your perky nipples, you only lean closer to cover his neck with sharp bites and hot kisses, watching the fair skin turn burning red under your soft lips.

your delicate fingers crawl between your own legs, touching the slick of juices that smear the inside of your willowy thighs, finding the throbbing nub of your engorged clit, flicking the puffy flesh and making the walls of your cunt pulse and clench, which pulls chocked, whiny moan out of simon's thin lips

— “bloody hell, g-god — i'm close, s-sweetheart, slow the heck down!„ yet you don't hear his plea, all the sounds in your ears are incoherent buzz as you arch your back like a cat, white flash of pleasure rolls through your body, making your gooey cunt clamp on simon's fat cock, spurting with your sweet, creamy cum.

it triggers his own orgasm, causing simon to twitch as his dark eyes roll back back into his skull, calloused hands roughly grip the curve of your waist, pinning you in place, letting his cock press into your spongy spot and jerk with spurting ropes of his thick load.

simon's ragged gasps lost against the background of your sweet, slurred mewls of — “s-si! fuckfuckfuck, feels good!„ as he fills you with jerking hips and shallow pumps till your combined cum leaks from your creamed pussy back towards his hairy pelvis.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

holy fuck holy fuck HOLY FUCK

😳😳😳

"Oh fuck," you whimper out. "I think I feel you in my guts."

"Fuckin hell bonnie, I can see him in your guts," Johnny says, a finger tracing the outline of Simon's cock over your abdomen.

You shudder at the feeling, clenching down harder which makes Simon grunt in response.

They each share a glance, an unspoken agreement made before Simon picks up his pace.

At the same time, Johnny turns to pressing his hand down on the imprint, making you cry out as you throw an arm over your face.

Simon lets out a disgruntled 'tsk' before prying your arm away.

"Let me see you love."

kyle buries his face in your neck, gasping as he rolls his hips into yours. he presses his slack mouth against your throat, uncoordinated with exhaustion.

“harder,” price chastises, his own hand tugging his cock lazily. it’s a perfect night in his eyes: a glass of bourbon, a thick cuban cigar, and his two favorite dolls fucking on his bed for his amusement.

“i said fuckin’ harder.”