cw: he kinda breeds you but that's ok.
simon riley is too lazy to change up and take a shower first thing after coming back home from being deployed, not with his head clogged only by thoughts of you, his sweet darling, waiting for him all nice and welcoming in the house, maybe even cooking some meal, knowing he's always hungry when he's back.
but this hunger affects only you, he doesn't needs a warm meal, a long bath, the only thing simon desires after being away from you for so long is sink into your pussy, listen to your breathy keens as he fills you full of his engorged, leaking cock, not even getting rid of his gear, only unzipping his cargos to carve in your waiting, soppy hole.
heavy, coarse balls plapping wet against your puffy, soaked folds, your pussy stretched wide around his spasming, ramming cock, legs dangling uselessly against his shoulders as simon's geared body traps you against the sheets, pressing in with the heaviness and pungent smell of him, grime, sweat, piercing your nose as his fat tip abuses your spongy spot, prodding and slamming when he hears your small, raspy mewls.
you gaze right at him with your glassy, wet eyes, gathering tears that blear the sight of his own, lidded and heavy, opaque in their darkness, the corroding hunger that is punctured by simon's every short, deep thrust, and it's feels like he's only sinking more deep, filling you so full your tummy tenses, twisting at the feeling of something building, pressing, wet cunt clenching down with a loud groan from him.
simon bumps his face against your palm that raises up weak and trembling, holds it steady with his squeezing, gloved hand, dotting wet kisses across your skin, his lips chapped, rough, and it's all him, as he humps your squelchy, slick soaked hole with erratic, needy pounds of his hips, fabric of his pants scraping uncomfortably against your tender, naked body, as he grinds into you, huffing.
slurs how sweet you're being for him, taking him so well, and your legs are numb, shaking against his shoulders in time of his thrusts, his cock following the rhythm of your pulsing, gooey walls, clamping down and gushing, sobbing a crying, pitchy moan as simon almost roars, body weighing onto you, as you feel his thick cum spurt against your cervix.
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