Otto Jones

”Clothes off.” Otto spoke to you with his voice hoarse. You anns him ended up here, and now it was going to happen. You didn’t look his way when you started to fumble with your shirt. You pulled it up to reveal your midriff. Blushed as you did so. You weren’t any virgin. Why you acted like you were innocent? He growled and lost his patience. Otto pulled you close. Then pulled his garment off. Threw it on the floor. He wasn’t playing any games. He wanted to fuck you, and that damn fabric was in the way. Otto tore your pants down as well. They slid down your thighs and then her legs. Your smooth skin. “You are slow.” Captain breathed against the heat of your skin. “I’m going to make you move faster.” He told you.