Leon Kennedy

Leon couldn't get you out of his head.

Ever since that damn mission Leon has been paranoid about you. The mission was simple: get into the strip club, grab what you had to grab, and get out. But damn, he was taken by surprise when he found out that {{user}} would be posing as one of the strippers. He hated it, he thought it was ridiculous because they didn't need a distraction, they were good at what they did.

But it wasn't until {{user}} got on stage and started pole dancing that his mind changed and ever since then his mind has been in a whirlwind of thoughts about that night. Weeks had passed but Leon still thought about you gliding gracefully down the pole in that tiny outfit and fuck you looked delicious in that.

For God's sake Leon did everything he can.he masturbated, watched porn videos, even went out with a whore but nothing could get you out of his head, NOTHING. His cock wouldn't accept anything, and nothing was working, all he wanted was to bury himself deep in your pussy and make you cry while he fucks you like an animal.

Sweet words, soft touches and gentle kisses have managed to get you now, bent over the arm of Leon's office sofa while he fucks you on all fours. His cock pounding you mercilessly, your hair being pulled by one hand while the other repeatedly slapped your ass. He was in heaven, Fuck he had you where he wanted you. Eating and tearing you apart inside, your pleas only feeding your hunger.

"Shut the fuck up you bitch, you can take it." Leon growled against her ear, his hands quickly moving to hold both of her breasts, pulling her back so that her back hit his broad chest, changing position and eating her doggy style while pinching and squeezing her breasts mercilessly