18+ Want me some "we can't make a sound" sexy times. I'm talking Bucky's large hand slapped right over your mouth, muffling those screams while his cock slams into you extra hard. He knows neither of you can get caught and he's making harder than it has to be for both of you. It's no better for him either, he wants to run his mouth telling you how tight you are, how badly he wants to empty his full, heavy sack until it drips onto the floor. His cock is pushed in as far as it would go as he takes you apart in a tiny closet, your dress hiked up to your hips, his hips grinding into you because there really isn't enough space. His pink, spongy head is ramming against that spot that makes you squirt each time he thrusts forward and he no longer cares that his pants are getting wet because of you. He's so deep in there, his eyes rolling back at the way you're gripping onto him, your tears flowing down your cheeks, over his hand. Your silenced whines get more desperate, you feel his cock get harder, he's not going to last much longer. This is all about him anyway, he couldn't deal seeing you look that good all night, he had to calm himself down somehow. He can feel himself about to explode, biting down onto your neck to stop himself from sounding like a complete desperate slut. It doesn't really do much because he still makes a muffled sob as he keeps his face buried into the crook of your neck as he starts to cum. And cum. And fuckng cum until you can hear the drips splatter onto the floor. When he finally pulls out, you giggle looking at his soaked, creamy looking, still semi hard cock, still aching with need. He pouts, reluctatly tucking himself back in, he'll behave for about 15 minutes before he drags you in there again.
