SNIPER 13

I want to comb my fingers through the Sniper's hair.

I want to kiss his brow ever so gently, feeling his bare chest under my palms.

He would be lying on the couch, my body straddling his torso on top of him. He would lightly trace the length of my jawline and kiss me softly as I would run my hands down his chiseled torso, feeling his muscles ripple beneath my touch.

He'd be too tired to deal with the "foreplay bullshit" and instead opt to kiss me more passionately as opposed to making a cheeky remark on how eager I would be as I would unbuckle his belt and slide his pants off. His semi-erect penis would free itself from the confines of the fabric and I would gently rub his foreskin back and forth, feeling his cock grow harder in my hand.

He would pull my own pants off and gently jerk me off as I would return the favor, mesmerized by the velvety soft foreskin beneath my fingertips. I'd stop jacking him off and slide down the couch, positioning my pelvis above his. I would take our warm cocks into my hand and press them together, moaning softly at the feeling his thick meat pressing against mine. He'd softly encourage me to continue and I'd slowly start to rub both of our cocks back and forth, precum leaking onto my fingertips and lubricating the process.

I would increase my pace as the Sniper would close his eyes and lean back, his lips twitching into a light smile. I'd feel my temperature rise and quickly rip off my thin undershirt, then continue to frot against him, gasping for breath. He would raise his hand and rub down my sweat-coated abdomen, making my hair raise.

I'd feel myself about to cum and lightly tighten my hold, pressing the girths of our cocks together. I would let out a gasp as we would orgasm in sync, the semen from both of our cocks leaking onto his torso beneath me.

I would find my breath, then crawl down the length of the couch and lap up the pool of semen on his stomach with my tongue, driven by the musky taste of his cum. Once I finished I would collapse onto him as he would tell me that he loved me, whispering sweet nothings into my ear as we fall asleep.