Disorder: File Case #1.

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Mazrah, 24 hours before the incident // 0745 PM.

⚠️Warning: Smut! 🍆💦

I realized a general check-up on the entire infantry squad for weekly record purposes and then send to the Hospital wing in the base. When I finally finished, I've let a loud yawn escape from my mouth. The exhaustion was real and heavy on my body... Such strain on my mouth made my jaw hurt. I stretched out my weary back and got up from the chair, ready to take a shower and get some rest.

I picked up a dry fit shirt, a towel and sweatpants, and headed to the shower we found in a functional bunker right next to our hideout. As I went down the ladder, the temperature immediately shifted from dry heat to steely cold, a much needed relief. I started to undress myself as I let the shower warm up. The running water hitting my skin was relaxing my tired muscles, I closed my eyes to bask in the sensation.

As I got out of the shower, I quickly dried my body and wrapped myself with the towel. I flinched, feeling a presence lurking in the bunker. To my relief, it was Johnny, leisurely taking his tactical vest and enjoying some weight relief.

- ...Johnny! Hi, my love!

- Who...? Whoa... Hi, Mo'Ghraidh...! - He was surprised to find me there; his eyes roaming over me with glistening excitement. - I didn't know you were here... If I did, I would've joined ye...

- It's okay, love, truly. - I chuckled, amused by his immediate sultry demeanor. - We can enjoy each other in another occasion.

- Don't deny me that, luv... You smell so nice right now... - He approached me, his hands finding their way to my waist, and his nose nuzzling on the curve of my neck. - You make me "hungry', you know that...

Shivers ran down my spine upon feeling his hands heavily resting on the broad curve of my hips, leaving a yearning squeeze. A soft moan escaped my lips, my skin crawling with excitement, surrendering to his teasing whims. Johnny gently cupped my chin, leading my face closer to his and indulging into a slow but passionate kiss. I held his face in between my hands, feeling his soft stubble prickle my fingers. I stood on the tip of my toes, pushing myself against his body, frantically wishing to merge myself with him. His heartbeats were loud and strong; thumping through his chest against my breasts. 

- I wanna fuck you so badly, luv... You're my snack today...

- I just got out of the shower, Johnny...!~

- We can shower together later, luv... Come here... 

I barely managed to line out a protest, and he skillfully pulled down my towel while lifting me up by my thighs, leaving me bare naked. A lustful smug emerged on his face, admiring what he just uncovered for his pleasure. I feigned surprise, although I was amazed by his innate ability to manhandle me around.
His lips immediately found its way back to mine, and he hurriedly walked towards an unoccupied wall to rest my back against it. My legs instinctively crossed around his waist, letting my feverish entrance feel his bulge poking through his pants. As our lips were in a incessant dance, his tongue imposing itself in my my mouth, his soft groans vibrating on the skin of my lips... I was lost in his love. 

Johnny had the power to make me melt and reshape my entire mindset. His existence was enough to bring myself to my knees, to beg for his touch, to crave for his attention. I wasn't like that before... And suddenly, I've became the sole vessel of his desires... And I gladly accepted this role just for him.

I felt shivers run up my spine and a wave of pleasure washed over my senses as soon as he started sliding into me, my wet walls feeling every inch of his shaft taking over the space. A loud moan escaped from my throat as I was taking him slowly and deep, drowning in the thrill of the act. I held onto his shoulders, clinging onto him, desperate to not be let go.
His deep voice groaning up in my ear, echoing throughout my body like the sound of a bell... Every thrust was an invitation to a delirious journey. He was pressing his torso against mine; making sure that I could feel his entire self: his skin, his heartbeat, his scent, his strength...

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