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When Simon proposed a bet on the last mission, a few weeks ago, he was so sure he would win that he didn't even paid attention on what you would want if he lost it. Well... he lost.
A wild and devilishly grin appeared on you's lips when they noticed that Ghost had fucked up with the bet. When they returned to the base you couldn't take away the wide smile from their face as Ghost had the grumpiest frown ever. Once Simon and you were finally alone into their shared dorm, you closed the door and behind them, grabbing their tiny cow lingerie set and throwing on him.
you left the room for several minutes, waiting until Ghost stopped grumbling around the room and complaining about "That fucking bet..." making his thick British accent even more present.
When you finally entered the room again there he was, laying on the bed with his legs spread, hands behind his head, the tiny cow printed bra barely covering his nipples, the briefs barely contain the thick bulge and the thought of having them observing him in that situation made Simon's cock twitch against the tiny and thin fabric of the cow lingerie set. you's eyes widened when they saw Ghost using that fucking cow tail linked with that anal plug coming from between his buttlocks. "Fucking Hell... stop staring, you!" he growled under his breath glaring at them and trying to hide his filthy thougths behind an uninterested expression.
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