Your Curiosity Gets The Better Of You One Day, When You're Sent To Get Your Lieutenant For A Night Out

Your curiosity gets the better of you one day, when you're sent to get your lieutenant for a night out with the team, only to find the door to his room open and his personal laptop on his bed displaying what looks like a porn site.

As you get closer to the screen to find out what the giant scary man gets off to, you see that it's paused on a pov shot of a naked woman splayed out on her back looking... eerily similar to you.

You think it's merely a coincidence but as you go through the numerous tabs open on his browser, it gets harder to deny the fact that your superior is getting off on watching women who look like you get fucked. In fact, judging by the number of tabs open, it seems like he was carefully scouring the internet for a video with an actress who looks exactly like you.

You don't get to process this shocking conclusion before the door to his bathroom opens and out he comes, catching you on your knees infront of his computer, shamelessly trespassing on such an intimate part of his life.

Wordlessly, he stalks towards you as a jumbled mess of an apology comes spewing out of your mouth. He scruffs you by your shirt collar like a kitten and raises you up to your feet, bringing you face to face with his burning gaze.

"If you're done snooping around, how 'bout we try to recreat it, hm?" You eyes widen at his words and you feel heat rushing to your lower stomach.

He brings you impossibly close to his body, his hardening bulge pressing against your belly as you brace your hands against his chest.

"It won't be too hard f' you, you already look so much like her."

oof-

Now you’ve touched yourself, it’s kinda hard not to when you have an insatiably hot boyfriend. The relationship isn’t extremely new, maybe a few months in, but not new new. You both have had phone sex, needing that sudden release when he was out on deployment. But every time you touch yourself, you do it only to the point when you begin orgasming. Key word: begin.

the mutual masturbation has been common for you two since the beginning really, letting yourselves reach that amazing peak. So the first time you two got a little tipsy and felt that need growing a wet patch on your panties, Simon knew what to do.

he fingered you, stretching out your wet and gummy walls for him, making sure that you would be able to fit him in your tight cunt. His low, guttural groans did nothing good for you, making your clit throb and hole clench around his fingers.

“Fuck, look a’ you. Takin’ my fingers so fuckin well.”

he groaned into your neck, his hand picking up the pace. The wet sounds from your slick filled the room, making your hands link around his neck and pull yourself closer to him. The tight feeling you get before cumming getting closer and closer.

“Si- Simon! Almost…almost the- ah!” You squealed into his neck, thighs tightening around his hips that held your legs open for him. His fingers quickened again, rubbing that slightly rigid spot inside you that made you mewl loudly.

When your orgasm hit, you expected him to stop, just like you always did. But when he didn’t, you arched your back and reached down to grip his wrist. “Simon! N-no, too much!” You screamed after you felt another surge of pleasure, making him finally stop.

you felt him pull away slightly, looking down at his lower abdomen that was glistening with liquid. He looked back at you with a dark look in his eyes. “Didn’t take ya for a squirter, love.”

the heat rose to your cheeks, voice coming out slightly hoarse. “I haven’t…haven’t squirted before…”

a devious smirk made its way to his face before he leaned down.

“Lets see if I can do it again.”

E/MDNI/18+

Captain Price getting a leg cramp/charlie horse during sex is so endearing to me. Whether you're bunched up in a mating press or bent over the edge of the bed, you hear a pained grunt break through his usual contented chuffing and cooing, and he stills almost to a stop.

"What's the matter, baby?" Your tone concerned, always wary that your vigorous sex life could spur on heart failure in your stubborn lover. He never takes any of the pills the doctors give him.

"Just...give us a second, love." He presses his sweat-damp forehead along the sensitive skin at the crook of your shoulder and waits out the spasm with agonizingly slow, gentle thrusts of his singular functioning hip.

The offending leg outstretched like a turtle basking in the sun, cock sunk deep to maintain as much contact until the tension ebbs and he returns to his forceful pace.

He still manages to claim another orgasm or two before he takes his own release. You promise him a thigh massage to ease his poor old muscles when you stop seeing stars and regain the use of your limbs.

COD porn links part 2

You liked my porn links so I thought I'd search again

A/N: for these of you who Klick on it and say you're traumatised or complain it's porn, if it traumatisez you don't Klick on it lol

Johnny

It's okay by military law as long as I don't put it in , bonnie

Johnny has a foot fetish

Just Johnny being Johnny

John Price

He loves to make his wife wet

Your Captain isn't a soft lover

Price after you flirted with a recruite

Dryhumping Price

Kyle

Kyle loves you and your cunt

Romantic kyle

Tinder date with officer Kyle

Ghost

Virgin Simon

How your lieutenant likes to see you

That's 1000000% Simon Riley

Teaching his favourite rookie a lesson

König

Kortac is fine with frateenization

Königs big hand fingers you

König with his barracks bunny

Loser König

Extras:

That's so threesome with Johnny and Simon coded

_:(´ཀ`」 ∠): uggg my heart ——

Simon Riley who settles his full weight on you when you open your arms to him. Who, without fail, will shove a thick thigh between your legs as you try to adjust to his weight. Who pushes said thigh just that bit harder against you when your hips shift, when you try to find a comfortable angle with your newly, forcibly, spread legs. Who curls over you like an animal, who makes sure you feel each little shift of your cunt against his thigh as you try to push him off. The layers of clothes you're each wearing mean nothing when you can feel the hard press of his cock against your hip, the aching needy heat between your legs. You may think you're being sneaky when you finally start to rub your clothed cunt against his firm thigh, but he can feel every little twitch from you.

"That's it," he'll tell you, "rub yourself dumb, wanna know that pussy's nice and wet before I break it open."