Me.

Me.

Rooster has a tight grip around your mouth, making sure that no obscene sounds can be heard by anyone, no matter how much he loves the pathetic and completely embarassing whimpers only he can coax out of you. Your nails are digging into the mattress and bedsheets, probably ruining your manicure but you can worry about in the morning. With each rough thrust of his hips, you can feel your pelvis hitting the bedframe - no doubt leaving very unambiguous bruises.

"Be a good girl and keep quiet," he whispers into your ear. His raspy, authoritative voice makes it even more difficult for you to comply. "Or do you want everyone to know who’s ruining your tiny cunt?"

Even your most unsavoury of fantasies couldn’t compare with the sheer eroticism of Rooster. Little did you know, that you, too, outperformed his wet dreams. After all those early morning when he woke up with cum staining his underwear, now that he has the real thing, Bradley really can’t control himself. Not that you mind.

It’s difficult to keep your eyes open. No coherent thoughts exist in your headspace, only Bradley Bradshaw and the way his dick is deliciously stretching your vagina. You can feel his swollen tip hitting all the right spots and tears begin to stream down your face. Maybe it’s a good thing he is keeping your mouth shut - the lewd screams of unimaginable pleasure would surely wake up everyone on the base.

"Go on, pretty thing." His big hand slaps your ass and you yelp, feeling how your legs are shaking. Bradley’s fingers sneak around your waist only to sensually rub your clit in circles. "Cum on me."

And who were you to disobey Lieutenant Bradshaw? He sticks out his tongue slightly feeling you scream in his palm. Your body withers and squirms underneath him and Rooster revels in the tight clench of your vagina around his cock.

He’s still thrusting into your cunt until you stop shaking. Then you feel him pull out and, although you’re tired, you can’t help but whimper in displeasure at the sudden lack of his dick inside you. Bradley chuckles, proud of the effect he has on you. It drives him tirelessly insane that the main star of his sexual fantasies, of all the obscene scenarios he played out in his mind while jacking off, can’t get enough of him.

Just when you think that fun time’s over, Rooster grabs your waist and tosses you farther onto the bed. He wastes no time climbing on top of you and kissing up your legs. Bradley’s much bigger than you are, instilling a certain feeling of powerlessness in you - the same sensation of defenselessness against his prowess that made you ride your pillow on so many lonely nights.

His hand gently squeezes your neck, forcing you to look at Bradley’s face. In his eyes you saw a loving devotion, now clouded with primitive desire, primal lust.

"I’m not done with your sweet pussy."

And you can’t decide which one is more true: is Rooster pussydrunk or are you cockdrunk?