he fucks soap through his own orgasm, until his spend is leaking out around his softening cock and dripping to the ground, mixing with soap’s cum on the filthy floor.

soap cums from the act of violence, scrabbling to grab onto anything as his orgasm washes over him, pleasure rushing through his body.

ghost is close behind, canting his hips and releasing deep inside of soap, warm and wet.

he fucks so deep inside soap that soap’s left crying out ghost’s name in between obscenities, his body reacting so perfectly to what just happened; his chest convulses and a tight heat coils low in his belly.

today i’m thinking about ghost and soap fucking on a mission, rough and dirty in a small warehouse they thought they cleared.

in walks someone from the enemy team, making a sound of surprise at the two; cargos pushed down just enough, bodies flush and the sound of skin slapping.