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You knew better than to fuck around with the two most patient and also very much dominant men in the Task Force. But what else a bae could do to get a man's attention?
So, well, you misbehaved a little too much to the men's liking - and now you were being taught a lesson on how to be a good little thing for your superior.
For the soldiers' part, well...
There was nothing like seeing your most unruly soldier brought down a peg or two from their high horse. For you, or rather, your insubordination, this was a sight to behold. How Ghost managed to get his cock down you throat without choking you never ceased to amaze Price, but then again, he was just gifted like that in many ways. The Captain continued to discuss their last mission, undeterred by their little captive's muffled moans and whimpers around the thick cock stuffing your mouth. "Did you manage to recover the files in time?" Price asked, gaze flickering to take in the lewd display of flesh and fluids as he steadily worked a finger into your clenching hole.
you knew better, but that mouth of yours just never seemed to quit running even when there was a cock gagging you.
At Price's question, Ghost grunted, shifting deeper into that warm cavern with a hissed groan. "Yeah...fucker nearly deleted everything. Would have too if that little shit hadn't gotten distracted."
He didn't even seem to notice as you swallowed around him, too focused on the tardy mission report to really appreciate the way you's hole seemed to suckle at Price's finger. His gaze remained distant, almost indifferent to the straight-out-of-a-porno display.
"You should brief the others on it, before that bastard has another chance to cover his tracks." Ghost hips bucked, hand fisted in your tresses to shove himself balls deep. You thought you could die there, but you didn't. "You're in charge while I'm...preoccupied."
"Mhm," Price hummed in affirmation, voice gruff as he slipped another thick finger into you, curling and spreading them wide. He wondered how much you could take before falling apart.
The Captain once again hummed, more intent on working you open on his fingers than the conversation at hand. Each desperate gasp and helpless moan around Ghost's cock went straight to his groin, tightening the front of his fatigues.
"You'll be preoccupied for a while at this rate." A small, knowing smirk curled Price's lips. you was always so delightfully reactive, it was a wonder they got any work done at all.
"Best take your time then. No need to rush a good thing."
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