You never expected to fall in love with him. Neither did he. Nor did he expect to be in this position, you whispering encouragement into his ear as your bodies melded together. It was supposed to be the other way around, him so strong and brutal while you relied on him, but no.

The strap-on you wore tore into him, the synthetic flesh shifting with each thrust. That kind of quality could not be replicated.

The plush folds of his lips fluttered from the force, flushed and drenched. It was brutal. His cunt throbbed, demanding attention from your lips. His needs came out in the form of whimpers.

There was no use in speaking, pure lust consumed the quarters as sweat beaded across your face.

The slight rolls of his stomach, the hair leading down to the bush covering his opening, his perky nipples on top of jiggling flesh (you made a note to give some attention to those later), they all drove you mad. He was such a tease. You turned your gaze down to the shaft thrusting into him, every motion making his body shift. You wanted more. You pulled out with a slick noise. He whined at the missing presence. Your body folded over his, cheek against cheek, and you started to grind.

The moisture between your thighs grew as the friction of his hair rubbed against your t-dick. Your tips touched, resulting in sharp shocks of ecstasy. His needy clit bulged against your damp skin. In one movement your mouth was on his cunt, tongue caressing the mound as you sucked. You inhaled the sweet musk of his hair as you sucked harder. It was a never-ending cycle of release. Hands reached in-between Barclays pumped lips as you kept sucking, one hand penetrated as he let out pants of hot air. His opening squelched with satisfaction. He tensed around your fist and let out his slick cum. You lapped up his discharge hungrily, savoring the salty taste.
Pushing your face up onto his chest, your hand found his nub and flicked as a soft moan escaped his lips. You then brought your free hand up to his nipple and pinched. Slowly and methodically, you coaxed out the sweet nectar of milk out of his thick nipples and brought his tit to your mouth. Massaging and licking was enough to make the trickling turn into a steady flow of milk, leaving the other breast free to soil his body as you tugged. Proper nipples like those deserved piercings to keep them sensitive all day.

Just imagining him being reduced to a babbling mess from his uniform's fabric rubbing on his raw tits was enough to get you off. You let his breast slap onto his body, letting milk flow onto his surface. He had been getting enough of the attention, you brought your cunt to level his drooling mouth. Your folds dripped onto his lips and you pressed your snatch down. You heard gasping from below and soon after felt the intrusion of a wet tongue digging into your creases. You knew he would go crazy breathing in your scent as he cleaned you out. No part of him would go untouched as you swabbed his sloppy cunt with two fingers and wiped his own cum in his hair. He squirmed at the touch, tongue moving with him, his pace increased, getting faster and faster. As his tongue squeezed your clit, you quivered and let out a succession of gasps, telling Reg that his work was done.

You leaned away from him and looked into his face. A small smile was present on his red face. You ran your fingers through his course body hair, making your way up to his face. Caressing his cheek. He was beautiful. You let out a breath of air and flopped over next to him. You were both messes of sweat and bodily fluids, an abstract art piece. He was in much worse shape than you, body plastered with your slick, and hair caked with his own. You placed your hands under his heavy breasts and leaned over to lick them clean, letting Barclay savor this moment of human contact before letting your hands hover over his lush armpits and hoisting his body up.

His small grunts of dissatisfaction did nothing to stop you from picking him up and carrying him to the shower. You placed his soft ass on the counter as you adjusted the water heat to a warm patter. After you stepped into the chamber, Reg stumbled after you and grasped your shoulders for balance. Your hands moved in circular motions against his chest, the dried cum transforming into a milky lather that slowly dripped from the peaks of his teats. He leaned into your slow touches and exhaled slowly, warm breath grazed your shoulder as he did. As you caressed his soft mounds with one hand, the other reached for a squirt of soap for his crusty hair. You ruffled his hair to coat it in the cleansing gel. The soap began to form spuds as you massaged his scalp softly. The water slowly washed off all residue. You stepped out of the shower to rise the quarters heat and grab a towel for Reg. As he left the shower, you wrapped the fluffy fabric around his sensitive skin.

You loved him.