SNIPER 10

I want to tickle the Sniper's neck with tender kisses.

I want to trace his jawline ever so faintly with my fingertips.

He'd be lying on his back on top of the covers, his head resting on his hands, a smirk painted on his chiseled face.

I'd be straddling his torso, dressed only in a thin undershirt and a pair of boxers. My hands would roam his muscular abdomen which was lightly dusted with dark brown hair. He'd remove his hands from their resting position to slip under the elastic waistband of my boxers, teasing my cock with his fingertips. I'd smile and ask him if it was alright for me to get on with it. He'd raise his arms in non protest and chuckle.

I would pick up the lubricant from the dresser and treat his cock to a generous coat. He'd tug my boxers off and slip a finger into my ass, lightly massaging my prostate while I rubbed the oil over his erection. Once I was satisfied with the preparations I'd slide over and carefully guide his fully erect cock into my ass as he would utter a soft moan.

He would latch onto my hips and thrust himself upwards into my body, slamming his length into my prostate, as I was left unable to do anything but shudder and gasp. His bony fingers would dig into my sides, leaving red marks, as he fucked me harder and harder, leaving me begging for more. His enormous girth would nearly split me in half, yet I wouldn't be able to form anything resembling a coherent thought from the immense pleasure his cock gave me.

Sweat would cover his body as he would increase his pace, biting his lip and emitting a low grunt whenever he slammed himself into me. I'd have at this point been reduced to a horny mess, drooling as I repeated his name over and over.

I'd feel his cock twitch and spasm as he came deep inside me. His cum would fill me up as I felt like I was going to burst open.

I would orgasm almost immediately after he did as my cum would squirt onto his abdomen, glistening with sweat.

I'd weakly pull myself out, then promptly collapse on top of him.