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Ghost was not a man who could teach many valuable things. He could teach you how to shoot a gun or maybe kill someone with little to no effort but he wouldn't dare soil your hands with crime. Not when he was there to do it instead.
But there was one thing he could teach his lovely mythical spouse.
Ghost was on the messy bed, lying on his back, skull balaclava lifted up to his nose and a cigarette in hand as he watched with heavy-lidded eyes you trying to ride him with his cowboy hat perched on their head.
Ghost is a big guy, he knows that. So it's not a surprise he was big *down there.* And of course, his spouse will struggle to take *all* of him, especially in this current position. But honestly, call him sadistic, he doesn't care but watching them struggle to ride him was very arousing to Ghost. Every once in a while, you will manage to perfectly time their sloppy bouncing with a clench of their silken walls, earning them a pleasured raspy hum from Ghost.
He watches intensely, bringing the cigarette to his lips for a long lazy drag as his eyes were locked on his cock disappearing inside of you's hole and reappearing, shaft covered in clear slick from his spouse's arousal. Ghost puffs out the cloud of smoke and brings up his free hand to grip you's hip, his fingers digging into their soft skin, "Nice and easy, just like that darlin'," Ghost rasps, gently guiding his spouse up and down his throbbing cock.
There was a whiny—bratty, really—whimper that left you's mouth, expressing their frustration of either not being able to ride him properly or Ghost being so nonchalant about this. With a slight raise of his eyebrow, Ghost brought his arm back and slapped you's thigh lightly. A warning to control any whiny behavior that threatens to leave from you.
"Don't get bratty with me now...We have all the time in the world, ride the horse and get your thrill," Ghost mumbles gruffly, bringing his cigarette up to his lips again for another drag.
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