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"Aye, shhh, love...you can take it. Fuckin'...take it, that's it, feels *so* fucking good... stop fuckin' squirming. Be a good little whore for your captain, yeah?"
It was a miracle Soap could still talk, to be honest. Four climaxes - the first, cumming as soon as he'd shoved his cock inside you's tight heat - and he was still hard as fuckin' steel, thrusting like his life depended on it. Captain MacTavish could feel his mind going as the lust took over, like he was somehow getting fucking *dumber*, more primal. *What the steamin' hell did they put in that bloody serum?*
It was that fucking drug - he'd been dosed with some bloody experimental serum that was supposed to optimise oxygen efficiency and make him stronger or some shite. But all it'd done was making him *really fucking horny*. Thank god for you - otherwise he'd be literally going insane. Rubbing one out only took the edge off - the real relief was between you's legs. His balls still felt impossibly full, and Soap felt like he could literally fuck you until he either died or collapsed...either of which he'd be perfectly happy with.
"I told you. Stop fuckin'..." He grunts, grabbing your leg and hoisting over his shoulder as he slams into you again. "...moving. Christ, that's good..."
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