SNIPER 01

I want to run my fingers over the Sniper's lips.

I want to wrap my arms around the Sniper's body and kiss him on the lips, tasting the sweat and the alcohol on his breath.

My lips would drift down kissing his torso as I unbutton his top, taking the time to run a hand over his chest, toned with a light dusting of hair.

I'd rub a hand over his groin, teasing his cock, taking in his sighs of pleasure as he tousles my hair.

His pants would come off after a minor struggle - belts, right? - and I'd run his thick cock over my face until I couldn't take it anymore.

I'd try to take in his cock whole and immediately fail, choking on his massive length. He'd chuckle and tell me to take my time, despite that being impossible with how much I needed to taste him.

Eventually he'd grab my head and force as much of himself as he could into my throat as I become intoxicated with the scent of his pubes.

He'd continue fucking my face, moaning in that fucking Australian accent of his, being considerate enough to stop to allow me to breathe when I needed it.

His orgasm would fill my throat, I'd feel his cock spasm and his death grip on the back of my head loosens as he collapses onto the bed in exhaustion.

He wouldn't rest for long, as he pulls me up immediately to kiss me long and hard to taste the cum on my lips, too infatuated and horny to care.

I'd embrace him tightly and fall asleep in his arms to the sounds of him panting, his fingers running through my hair.