SNIPER 05

I want to feel the Sniper's stubble beneath my fingers.

We would be lying in bed, his body over mine. Our hands would be cupping each others' faces as we would be engaged in soft, long kisses.

His hands would travel down to unbuckle my belt and tug my pants down far enough to free my cock from the confines of the fabric.

He would take my fully erect cock between his fingers, rubbing the skin gently, asking me how I liked it. He would move his head down and treat my cock with light kisses from the head down the length.

I want to hear his low, Australian accent as he talks dirty to me, telling me how he'd swallow my cock whole and treat me well. I want to tell him to sit closer to me so I could jerk him off as he pleasured me with that perfect mouth of his.

He would take my entire length into his throat, the stubble of his chin meeting my pubes. His head would bob back and forth, his lips sealed tight over my erection. I would intensify the speed in which I masturbated his cock as I gasped for breath.

I would whisper his name, tell him to go faster, tell him I was about to come, tell him how much I loved him. My orgasm would explode directly into his throat as his shoulders stiffened in his concentration to swallow every drop of my semen. Some of it would leak out the corner of his lips, which he draws back into his mouth with his finger.

His cum would leak over my hand in a steady stream as he shuddered and gasped. I'd massage his cock a little longer as his orgasm came to a close. My head would move to lick the cum off of my hand, but he would grab my arm and beat me to it, smiling faintly.

He'd collapse into my arms and we'd fall asleep, cuddling each other, warm in each others' arms despite the chilly night.