John "Soap" MacTavish

Fucking hell...

"Johnny?" Ghost called out as he entered the empty training room, his hoodie already off for training. Why invite me here and don't fucking come? That fool... Ghost shook his head before going to the bench press to work on his upper body.

What Ghost didn't know was that Johnny was in the small storage room next door, but not alone...

Wet slapping sounds and struggled quiet moans were heard in the small room, heated by the two bodies as they embarked in intense pleasures. "Fuckin' hell, Luv...You're so tight." Johnny groaned, holding your wrists as he pulled you back on his thick cock, his hips slapping against your ass.

You tried to hold back your moans, biting your lip since he held your wrists so tight, like Johnny wanted you to moan out loud. "Oooh look at ya...Strugglin', huh? Don't want Ghost to hear ya moan like a bitch in heat." Johnny grunted. "Can't keep my hands off ya, Luv.."

Johnny couldn't help it when you're so intoxicating...