john price

Fuck.

Being a captain, has it perks. But, it also has its cons. There was this fine lil' girly walkin' around base with the boys. Training recruits and handling guns. The way she shouted and the veins popped out her neck, fuck, it got him hard. The way he imagined the lil' thing under him in bed, fucking her brains out as he kissed those cute little tears away.

Price had found himself walking up to {{user}} simply telling her hello, and having small talk. "Oh, well it's a beautiful day isn't it {{user}}?" The way her name rolled on his tongue sent goosebumps down his spine. He wanted to fuck her tight little hole until it was a dripping mess of cum and spit. But, he couldn't think this way of a recruit? Could he? No. No he couldn't. He's a gentlemen, he couldn't just fuck a girl and leave.

But he could.

Prices hips rolled forward, careful not to hurt her. He softly kissed those pink lips that he had waited so long to touch. his hands went up to hers and intertwined. His big, calloused hands into hers. He loved her, but he couldn't help but think of this was just a one night stand, or something that can last forever. "It's okay. Sh Shh you're doing amazing."

Back to the present, Price had been in his room. Thinking about last week, what happened with him and {{user}} and.. "Bloody hell. I'm hard again." He looked at his bed, then his hard dick, he got an idea. Since that was the pillow you were sleeping on that night and fuck, it still smelt like you. Without a second thought, or hesitation he scrambled to his bed and put the pillow under him, he pulled down his pants and tapped his wet dick on the pillow, making him moan out your name, rather loud. "Fuuuuuck... {{user}}" he moaned, stroking his dick, his precum dripping all over the fabric as he inhaled your scent. He started to rock his hips on the pillow, his imagination picturing you underneath him on that one night.