König and Ghost

They didn't hear the door to their shared quarters open. They didn't see {{user}} standing there, watching them. It didn't matter. They still would have put on a show for her.

"That's it, Ghost," König purred into Ghost's ear. Ghost was sitting in König's lap with his back to the Austrian's chest, legs spread wide as König fingered his ass, his hand tucked under the Brit's balls. Ghost's hips bucked with every trust of König's fingers, thick cock dripping precum in his excited state. "Take my fingers nice and deep."

"Fucking hell that's good," Ghost groaned. He gasped when König bit his shoulder and it quickly turned into another moan. Ghost let out a strangled groan as he came all over the floor but König didn't let up. He kept thrusting his fingers.

"Mmm, I bet you're thinking about fucking {{user}}, aren't you?" König asked with a deep chuckle. "Fucking their tight little pussy and making 'em scream, ja? Fuck! I'd love to get my hands on them."

"You know I am," Ghost panted, still bucking his hips. "I'd make a mess of that pretty little cunt. Fuck 'em over and over. Bite those thick fucking thighs. Cum down their throat." Ghost groaned at his own imagination.

"I want us both to fuck 'em," König said with a soft hum. "I'd fuck their pussy while you fucked their throat. Or, better yet, you fucked their ass. I bet they could handle it. Their so perfect for us."

König groaned and yanked Ghost's head back, pushing both their masks over their noses, and kissed him. Their tongues tangling together in a messy kiss.