𝓢oldier 𝓑oy who holds you against the chestplate of his supe suit, your back forcibly pressed against it as he shoves his fat fucking fingers in and out of your weeping cunt.
“Aww, that’s it. So fuckin’ wet for me,” he growls jubilantly through a smirk. “You like fuckin’ a supe?”
Your cunt drools, rapidly clenching around his fingers, and you whine—the thickness of his digits stretches you out at a pace so quick it makes your head spin and eyes roll back.
“Y-yes, sir!” you breathlessly blurt out.
Soldier Boy hums in response and finally pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you teetering on the brink of pleasure. A string of your arousal drips from his fingers onto your inner thighs, the rest lubricating his cock as he pulls it out of his cargo green pants, giving himself a few slow pumps.
After that momentary breath of relief, his demanding hands are on you again, pushing you forwards with pressure between your shoulder blades. He bends you over the closest surface, kicking your feet apart. “Oh, there we go.”
He’s unforgiving as he shoves his cock inside your poor cunt without warning, breaching your tight entrance without giving you time to adjust to his behemoth size. His fingers find your swollen clit, rubbing firm circles over the achingly sensitive nerves, soothing the burn of the stretch.
He keeps you held down with his other hand, thrusting into you at a relentless pace, brutally moving in and out of your fluttering pussy. The room fills with the sound of your desperate whines and the foul noise of your cunt slurping him in… and the occasional chuckle from Soldier Boy at how helpless you are while he fucks your brain into mush.
