Men In Your Dungeon

McCree - Pillow Humping

Jesse tiptoes into your room, the bed still rumpled from when you left it a week ago. The pillows still hold your scent, if ever so faintly, and he tumbles into it with a relieved groan. He strips slowly, caressing himself and imagining you were removing his clothes and teasing him.

"Mmm such a slut, aren't you babyboy? I haven't even touched you and you're already leaking!" you would squeeze his cock tight and he whines loudly, your other hand massaging his balls roughly until tears prick at his eyes.

He throws his clothes to the ground haphazardly and clambers into bed, nicking a pair of underwear that he filched from your laundry basket. It's dry and the gusset is scrunched up from your dried fluids, but your scent is still strong and he holds it up to his nose, breathing in deeply. Ah, what he would give to have you in front of him, legs wide open and teasing him with your glistening pussy.

"Please please let me lick your pussy," he grunts into the empty bedroom, straddling one of your pillows with his knees wide. He stuffs your panties into his mouth and tastes the remnants of your essence on it, turning him on so much he starts to rut against the pillow. It's no substitute for your hand, mouth, or pussy, but it's sensation and that's all he needs.

He folds the pillow over his cock in a practiced motion and flops face first into another pillow, taking out the panties from his mouth to lay it on the pillow in front of his nose. Like this, he can pretend that he's eating you out while you deny him from touching himself. Your musky scent surrounds him and his hips jerk into motion, thrusting hard against the pillow, grunting hard as his pelvis meets fabric. He moves faster, harder, and moans deep in his chest.

"Mmm god you feel so good Ma'am, I love your pussy. So fucking tight and wet and gripping me like a tight fist -o ohh fuckkk!" he buries his nose against your panties, fucking the pillow even harder. "You've been teasing me for so long, I haven't cum in ages. My balls feel so full! I need to cum, oh please let me cum tonight! I'll be such a good boy for you, I'll do anything for you. Oh god let me taste your nipples-" he sucks on the panties, his tongue whipping around it like he was suckling on your nipples. He imagines your hungry cries as he rams into you like a man possessed and reciprocates with throaty growls.

"Yesyesyes suck my cock, oh god your pussy feels so fucking good, fuck me!" he swears breathily. "I wanna fuck you until you cum and then keep going and not stop until you're breathless and twitching. I wanna fuck you so hard you can't walk. Cum in you so many times that when you take a step, my cum will run down your thighs. Fill you up until it's oozing out of you when I pull out," the fantasies run rampant in his mind and his vision goes white as the thought of doing all that to you tips him over the edge.

Jesse cums hard with a triumphant groan and your taste on his lips. He lies there, panting, senses full of your scent and your memory until he comes to and sits back up. Running a hand through his disheveled hair, he shifts to get off your bed when a heavy hand lands on his shoulder, scaring the shit out of him.

He whips around and freezes, met with your hungry, predatory gaze as your hand wraps around his neck.

"What did you say you wanted to do, pet?"

Oh fuck, he's so screwed.