Simon doesn't necessarily care where he fucks you, he's quite lenient with it actually. like the time he took you across his captain's desk while everyone else was in the dinning hall. You just wanted to deliver your husband the lunch you had freshly prepared, all of his favourites, at his base yet the bastard couldn't help but feel like a horny teenager, pulling you in the first room he saw, that just so happened to be his captain's office.
Just seeing you in that pretty sundress had his dick hardening under his slacks, he just couldn't resist his pretty dovie and he couldn't care less about where he's pinning you. His gloved hand hurriedly pulling up his balaclava as he pressed his mouth to yours, his lips rough and chapped due to the lack of moisture on them. Simon's mouth moved hungrily against yours, his thick tongue pushing into your mouth as his hands already groped your ass.
He picked you up with his hands firmly under your ass while your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, you bit his lower lip, letting out a soft giggle as you licked his lips to moisturize them, "Your lips are so dry." "'cause I haven' kissed ya enough, c'mere lovie" he mumbled before chasing the feel of your lips as he puts you down on the cap's desk.
Simon immediately spread your legs before he pressed his hips right against your clothed cunt, his bulge prominent in his pants as he grinded without a care that he was practically humping his wife in his captain's office while people were present. His large hand cover the span of your waist as he pushed his thick tongue through your parted lips, "fuck luv, ya look bloody gorgeous!" He murmured before swallowing your tongue whole as he ate your mouth desperately.
The balaclava sat uncomfortably tight on his broken nose but he didn't mind, getting lost in the way your mouth felt against his. His large hand hurriedly pushed up the hem of your dress, bunching it at your waist as he dipped his hand underneath the tiny fabric you called underwear. The thrill of simon touching you in such a public place had your pussy gushing and soaking the lacy pair, a dark spot spreading as simon's eyes dipped and the side of his mouth turned into a cunning smirk, "look at ya, fuckin' soaked through the pair. Does this excite ya tha' much, huh?"
The way he condescendingly spoke had your thighs pushing together with his hand, "shut up, you're the one who's acting like a horny teenโ!" Your words get abruptly cut as simon glides his thick fingers, the middle and ring, through your dewy folds, stuffing them right into your pussy as you gasped. "F-fuck!" He smirked and without another thought he started to thrust his hand as humanely as it could go, the hand on your thighs travelled up and pulled your hips free of those panties, throwing them somewhere across the room.
Your mouth lets out a shriek at the sudden explosion of pleasure spreading through your cunt up to your stomach, you bit your lip, slapping a hand over your mouth as you let out a muffled scream, your eyes sharply stared at the locked door, just outside of it, soldiers walked cluelessly at the forbidden act happening behind the door. Simon's smirk just widened as his pace didn't waver despite your attempt to close your legs, his free hand gripping your thigh wide open as he fingered you, "Keep 'em open doll." The tips of his nails scratched and poked at the sweet spot inside of your gooey, clammy walls made your eyes roll back in your head.
You felt the coil in your stomach tighten as you bit your lip tightly, trying to not let any lewd sounds out in your husband's captain's office, your other hand gripped onto his shoulder, digging into the skin through the tshirt as your cunt clenched around his fingers, "There ya go luvie, cum on ma fingers." His fingers moved faster than ever as your toes curled in your shoes, your head thrown back as you came with a cry, "Simon!"
You panted, gripping onto his shoulder while the other hand gripped the edge of the table as your pussy pulsed like a heartbeat, suddenly feeling empty as he removed his fingers. And without wasting another second, simon worked open his belt, his thick cock slapping his thigh because of how heavy it was even when hard. His tip was flushed red and already leaking precum as he gripped his base and slammed it deep in your cunt making you let out a shriek!
He let out a hiss at the tight warmth of your cunt, slapping a hand over your mouth, "Bloody hell baby, don' be so loud, can't have anybody knowing I'm fuckin' ya." Tears swelled in your eyes as he rammed his hips into your cushy cunt, your arousal leaked down your cunt to your table and down your ass. You tried, really did, biting your lip to quiet down your cunt along with his hand covering your mouth but you had just came, your body still thrumming from the pleasure as he fucked you hard.
Simon let out a short laugh, watching as you struggled to keep quiet, your thighs trying to close as you shook your head desperately, "Shh shh hun, ya can take it. Be good f'me." He grunted, slamming his hips into your cunt. You could feel every throbbing vein and every thick ridge of his cock shaping your walls, all due to the overstimulation and thrill. Simon's hand sneaked down and coaxed your swollen clit out of it's hood, letting out a smirk as you immediately clenched impossibly tight around him.
With his ministrations on your poor clit and your poor swollen pussy, it wasn't long when you reached your peak only this time it was something more as you squirted all over him, "There ya go doll, there ya go!" He let out a amused laugh, not stopping as you sprayed all over his stomach and jeans, dripping down to the table and floor as he chased his own orgasm before cumming deep in you, "Good girl baby."
It was late in the evening when Price finally entered his office, too busy in the meeting with laswell when he stopped at the door. He took one look around the office, it looked like how he had left it but he could feel something in the air, something sweet when his eyes spotted the pink lacy pair of spoilt panties neatly kept on the middle of his very sticky desk with a note "Apologies for using your office sir." He immediately recognised simon's neat yet gruff handwriting, crumbling the note as his calloused fingers brushed on the still wet spot on the pantiesโhis L.T's wife. John smirked, rubbing the fabric, "Dirty Bastard."
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