relaxed and beautiful. I look at his face and we make eye contact, and I can see the smile in his eyes even before it breaks on his face. He is having fun too, I realize. That’s what this is about, isn’t it? When we’re done and Chris and I have some time to reflect on what went down here today, then perhaps we will have to deal with flashes of doubt and insecurity, guilt and anger. But right now it’s just fun. It’s just fun.
So I turn back to Jason, almost amused at the way his cock is impatiently flexing in his underwear as he takes the time to pick up his clean trousers and fold them along the creases just like he was taught to do. There is a tight smile on his face as he slowly walks over to a wooden chair, his muscular ass looking brilliantly well-defined in the afternoon sunlight. He drapes his trousers over the backrest and then turns back to me, his erection looking even bigger as he walks towards me with calculated slowness. I am smiling wide now, because I can see from his expression that he is playing, teasing, having fun. No doubt just a minute ago he would have left those pants crumpled on the floor, trampled underfoot as he pushed his cock into my mouth, unable to control himself when he thought I was passing out or needed some time to recover. But now that he knows I am ready for him, he’s playing the game, joining the fun, dancing the dance.
Now he is here, and my smile is gone as I reach for the bulge in his bright white underwear. There is already a wet spot where the tip of his cock has been pushing against the cloth, and I reach down under the wet spot, opening my palm and turning it upwards, caressing the underside of his cock, massaging the outline of his heavy balls.
Jason is groaning now, and he is rubbing my naked shoulders as I play with his constrained cock. I can feel his fingers tighten and release around my shoulders and upper arms, now reaching to my breasts, plucking at my dark pink nipples, which respond immediately.
I am on my knees on the armchair now, and I move forward, pushing my fingers into the waistband of his underwear, pulling down, down, down, until suddenly it springs out, his cock, thick and erect, wet in a way that makes me realize he has been oozing pre-cum into his underwear for a long time now. The shaft is already glistening with stickiness, and I push his underwear down to his thighs, gasping as I get a whiff of his clean, distinct musk as his balls get released from their cloth prison.
I touch his balls with the back of my hand, playing with the skin gently as I listen to Jason’s breathing get deeper and more urgent. His cock is flexing on its own, moving up and down as I clutch at his scrotum, carefully pulling him closer to me.
Now I touch his cock, grasping it slowly, feeling my own breathing get deeper as I sense his heat, his arousal, his need . . . his need for me. Yes, his need for me.
I play with his cock for just a moment, and then I let go and look down at my own hanging tits. Jason is still pinching my nipples, gathering the flesh of my breasts in his hands, pressing hard and releasing, and now I place my own hands under my breasts, lifting the soft globes and spreading them slightly, exposing a narrow pathway of clean white skin between them, a pathway for Jason.
“Come on, Solider,” I whisper, looking down at my splayed-out boobs and then glancing at Jason’s throbbing cock. “Come here, Marine.”
Jason groans with appreciation, and without a moment’s hesitation he slides his cock between my smooth breasts. I gasp at the feeling of his hardness, the sensation of his heat, the wetness of his cock-juice. He starts to titty-fuck me almost immediately, with great vigor, and I look down in fascination at the enormous red head of his cock sliding up and down between my breasts like a goddamn piston.
I can literally see the pre-cum oozing out of his tip, dripping down the sides of his glistening helmet, coating his shaft, lubricating the
So I turn back to Jason, almost amused at the way his cock is impatiently flexing in his underwear as he takes the time to pick up his clean trousers and fold them along the creases just like he was taught to do. There is a tight smile on his face as he slowly walks over to a wooden chair, his muscular ass looking brilliantly well-defined in the afternoon sunlight. He drapes his trousers over the backrest and then turns back to me, his erection looking even bigger as he walks towards me with calculated slowness. I am smiling wide now, because I can see from his expression that he is playing, teasing, having fun. No doubt just a minute ago he would have left those pants crumpled on the floor, trampled underfoot as he pushed his cock into my mouth, unable to control himself when he thought I was passing out or needed some time to recover. But now that he knows I am ready for him, he’s playing the game, joining the fun, dancing the dance.
Now he is here, and my smile is gone as I reach for the bulge in his bright white underwear. There is already a wet spot where the tip of his cock has been pushing against the cloth, and I reach down under the wet spot, opening my palm and turning it upwards, caressing the underside of his cock, massaging the outline of his heavy balls.
Jason is groaning now, and he is rubbing my naked shoulders as I play with his constrained cock. I can feel his fingers tighten and release around my shoulders and upper arms, now reaching to my breasts, plucking at my dark pink nipples, which respond immediately.
I am on my knees on the armchair now, and I move forward, pushing my fingers into the waistband of his underwear, pulling down, down, down, until suddenly it springs out, his cock, thick and erect, wet in a way that makes me realize he has been oozing pre-cum into his underwear for a long time now. The shaft is already glistening with stickiness, and I push his underwear down to his thighs, gasping as I get a whiff of his clean, distinct musk as his balls get released from their cloth prison.
I touch his balls with the back of my hand, playing with the skin gently as I listen to Jason’s breathing get deeper and more urgent. His cock is flexing on its own, moving up and down as I clutch at his scrotum, carefully pulling him closer to me.
Now I touch his cock, grasping it slowly, feeling my own breathing get deeper as I sense his heat, his arousal, his need . . . his need for me. Yes, his need for me.
I play with his cock for just a moment, and then I let go and look down at my own hanging tits. Jason is still pinching my nipples, gathering the flesh of my breasts in his hands, pressing hard and releasing, and now I place my own hands under my breasts, lifting the soft globes and spreading them slightly, exposing a narrow pathway of clean white skin between them, a pathway for Jason.
“Come on, Solider,” I whisper, looking down at my splayed-out boobs and then glancing at Jason’s throbbing cock. “Come here, Marine.”
Jason groans with appreciation, and without a moment’s hesitation he slides his cock between my smooth breasts. I gasp at the feeling of his hardness, the sensation of his heat, the wetness of his cock-juice. He starts to titty-fuck me almost immediately, with great vigor, and I look down in fascination at the enormous red head of his cock sliding up and down between my breasts like a goddamn piston.
I can literally see the pre-cum oozing out of his tip, dripping down the sides of his glistening helmet, coating his shaft, lubricating the
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