Johnny Soap Mactavish who swats your hand away from your pussy as you try to save any form of dignity that you still might have.
“Dont cover her up, Bonnie.”
His thumb spams the camera button, taking sloppy shots of what you imagine to be an even sloppier pussy after how desperate youve become.
“Cant we just do it normally? Why do you always gotta take pictures?” You fight the urge to ruin his shots, knowing youd only prolong his little photo shoot if you impeded.
He snaps a few more, fingers scissoring you open to catch the puffy and cute pink of your obscene hole before tossing the phone aside. “Needae restock before the next mission. You know I can’t be without this cutie for too long,” he says as his fingers curl nastily into you, pulling out a high pitched mewl.
You don’t know why you had asked. You knew had the sex drive of a rabbit in heat and he made sure you were aware of it, sending you pictures of cum dribbling down his shaft and fist after pumping himself to his favorite photo album that hes so carefully curated (with your help of course).
Now Johnny is a generous man- so much in fact that when he sees his poor teammates suffering with the same pent up frustration that he once had, he has the brilliant idea to share the wealth. It’s not uncommon for 2 or 3 men to huddle around his phone, eyes glued onto the way your pussy stretches to accommodate three of soaps fingers as he scoops out his cum lodged deep inside you.
And if the mission extends for longer than most, soap will receive a surprise video of you lamely humping his pillow with his name on your tongue. Your soft and delicate voice contrasts with the filthy pool of arousal that soaks the pillow. That video is on repeat till every man’s dick is limp.
He was sure you wouldn’t mind. You were an empathetic gal at the end of the day and he knew youd feel for his fellow mates.
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