Mmmm imagine being passed around between Captain MacTavish, Captain Price, and Nikolai because you made one too many old man jokes at their expense. Now the only sounds coming out of you are your desperate, exhausted whimpers and the wet slap of skin on skin.
Drenched in sweat, strands of hair sticking to your hot face as you ride Nikolai's cock with everything you have left. Poor thing with your thighs burning, muscles trembling with every bounce, but the Russian only lounges back, hands loosely on your hips, refuses to thrust up, cock dragging along drooling walls as you lift and drop, lift and drop.
"Faster, Malyshka," Nik drawls, tone full of amusement. "You are young, full of energy, da? All those jokes of old men... now you huff and puff like broken steam engine."
A loud, pathetic whine rips from your throat as you force your shaking legs to move quicker. "Nik- p-please. 'm so tired." Voice cracking into a huff, chest heaving. Sweat rolls down between your breasts, cunt clenching hard around his cock, messy and soaked, dripping down his heavy balls. Legs feeling like jelly, muscles screaming as your grind down harder, clit dragging against the coarse hairs at his base with every exhausted roll.
A sharp crack of a hand across your ass makes you squeal, jolting forward. Before you can recover, Captain MacTavish’s rough hands yank your hips down hard, forcing every last thick inch of Nikolai’s cock back inside you until your bodies slam flush together. Both of you groan at the sudden, overwhelming fullness.
"None o' that whinin' lass," MacTavish's burr says behind you grinding you down on Nikolai until you drool. "Ye've been takin' the piss outta us for weeks callin' us decrepit old fucks. Now look at ye, bouncin' like a wee spring lamb. Dinnae stop now. Yer young, full o' fire.. put that young energy tae use."
Broken whimpers spilling from your throat as your burning legs lift once more. The wet schlick-schlick-schlick of your soaked pussy sliding up and down Nikolai’s cock fills the room, filthy and loud. Your arms shake, fingers curling into his broad, hairy chest, breasts bouncing heavily with every exhausted drop.
Before your legs can give out completely, strong hands grab you from behind. MacTavish hauls you off Nikolai in one smooth motion. Your cunt clenches desperately around nothing for a split second before he spins you and pulls you straight down onto Price’s waiting cock.
Price groans deep in his chest as you sink onto him, the new stretch punching the air from your lungs and making your eyes roll back.
“There’s my girl,” he rumbles, voice gravelly and smoky. One large hand lazily cups your breast, thumb flicking over your sensitive nipple. “So fucking wet. All that young stamina… don’t waste it now. Ride me proper.”
You try. God, you try. You start bouncing again, ass slapping rhythmically against Price’s thick thighs. The new angle has his cock dragging right over that devastating spot inside you with every drop, sharp pleasure cutting through the exhaustion like lightning.
MacTavish kneels beside you, slowly fisting his own thick cock, the flushed tip leaking as he watches. "Aye, just like that bonnie. Look at the mess yer makin', soakin' the Captain's balls like a good little slut." He reaches over and pinches your swollen clit, rolling it between calloused fingers until you sob.
Your rhythm falters, legs buckling for a moment. Price tsks softly.
"None of that." he murmurs, eyes dark. "Show us how much energy that pretty young body has."
MacTavish leaned in, breath hot against your ear. "Keep goin' lass. Yer no' done until we say ye are. Bounce harder- let us hear how soeaked ye are for old men."
You cry out, muscles screaming, body drenched and trembling, but you keep moving- lifting, dropping, grinding- lost in the wet sounds of your own exhausted submission. The three of them watched with satisfied eyes, trading you between them like a well earned prize, refusing to help even as your whimpers turned into wrecked, desperate moans.