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Late at night, you and Ghost can’t keep their hands off each other. Ghost, sat in the couch with you perched in his wide lap, her small form grinding and squirming against the tent in his jeans.
He can’t stop kissing her sweet face and her delicious lips, hearing those whines and whimpers emerge from her throat. Her gentle hips bucking against him, feeling her wetness emit from her panties underneath that short pleated skirt she always wore to purposely tease him.
But as the minutes drifted away, and the more Ghost lost himself in you, it was noticeable how strange she began to act. Pulling away from his kisses, her thighs going shaky and her whines getting louder and muttering *”stop…”* under her breath. He stops kissing her for a moment, furrowing his brows.
“Whats wrong?”
“Let me off…” you squeaked, trying to creep out of his lap, but he locked her back in.
“No. Tell me what’s wrong.” He demanded.
“I…” She continues to squirm, pouting. “I have to pee.”
He blinks, his eyes narrowing down to those shaky thighs, how she tried her best to squeeze them together, even with her legs wrapped around his hips. He can’t help but feel his dick become more erect in his pants, because unbeknownst to sweet innocent you, he in fact had a piss kink.
“You know what would be cute? If you went right in my lap?”
“What?!” you exclaimed. God she was cute, *so cute.*
“Do as I said. Don’t worry about anything else…” His thumb danced up her warm thigh, underneath her skirt…
He listened to those soft whimpers build up in her throat, watching her continue to rub against him, so desperate to keep every drop of pee inside her pulsing bladder.
“Go pee, right her, soak me through my jeans…”
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