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18+ pilot!caleb keeps his balaclava on as he fucks his post-graduation stress into you

there's something so unbelievably filthy in the darkness of mystery - intoxicating, even. not being able to perceive, see what lays beneath the faint veil of the unknown is a deranged form of torture you never thought you'd enjoy.

but, 'seeing' the cloaked shadows of pleasure adorn the thick, ribbed texture of the balaclava makes every truth you held about yourself feel incredibly frail.

a thin sheen layer of sweat clings to his skin, making his military gear cleave to his searing flesh. hefty, gloved hands clench around the back of your thighs - firmly keeping you in place as his hips ram at a desperate pace against yours. deep, guttural moans cascade like sins out of his mouth, muffled and utterly silenced by the textured cage of his mask. in a sloppy, ungraceful motion, his lips part - making you whine and tremble as the dim, shadowy outline of his open mouth moulds across his disguise.

"me," you mewl, suctioning your bottom lip in between the torturous grasp of your teeth. intaking a sharp, almost painful breath your roll your hips against pelvis, smiling like a crazed freak, as the velvety pads of your thumb circled and sweetly traced the plump, undefined silhouette of his agape mouth. "eyes on me, gege — fuck! — look down at me, please"

caleb's violet tinted orbs rolled, like melted butter, in the back of his skull at the vulgar undertones of your request. "shiit, baby" his fingers marched over the quivering path of your spine, tangling like fierce intruders into the silky depth of your hair. "you want me to look at ya? fuck, pips. you got me — mh, nngh! mind body and fucking soul"

you nod along with his words, your eyes fluttering shut at the syrupy, candied depth of his confession.

"oh, that's it, baby" he coos, drilling his cock impossibly deeper inside your puffy cunt. "melt for me, c'mon. I've got ya"

"caleb . ." you whine, crashing your lips against the heavyweight texture of his balaclava. urgently searching for his mouth - you moaned into the 'kiss' as his lips vehemently ground against yours.

"oh, fuck" his tongue darts out of his mouth, colliding with the faint, undefined outline of yours in a damp, wicked dance. "that's so fucking hot — holy shit!" his hips falter. his thrusts abruptly stuttering, as the pain blends right with the pleasure, the second you sink your teeth into the feeble silhouette of his bottom lip. "fuckfuck! — what's gotten into you? — shit, oh shit, pips — 'm begging you, let me kiss you — please! fuck, pleasepleaseplease"

a pleased grin spreads across the rosy, engorged flesh of your lips.

slipping two fingers past the hem of his mask, you hook the material in between your digits, swiftly dragging it away from his mouth. the balaclava follows the smooth path designed by your fingers, moving further and further down his face.

the mask now lays, like the richest of silks, over his eyes - exposing the glossy, quivering shape of his lips to your famished gaze.

you tease him - feeling the ghost of your approaching release draw soft, tender circle over your swollen clit - grazing your lips over his, making him whine and helplessly buck his hips into you.

"please, need to feel you before I walk back on stage — fucking please!"

you obliged his pleading demands, pushing both your index and middle fingers past the his lips. watching him with inhumane gluttony, as he comes undone for you - sucking and drooling around your pretty fingers.