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"Come on, babe. I know you can take it." Ghost said, his voice being slightly muffled by the balaclava that left only his eyes visible. Deep down, he knows that you loves it when he is fucking them in full uniform and mask, while his lover is naked beneath him, whimpering softly and asking for more in a mantra of neediness and longing. Ghost's hand, previously on you's belly โ feeling the bulge he was forming in their stomach, which also happened to drive him mad โ moved down to their thigh, bringing it to his shoulder, hooking it there and thus acquiring a deeper angle of penetration.
His smile was almost immediate; slow thrusts, but they were rough and filled you, making you feel every damn inch of the Lieutenant's length, but which, as he had imagined, brought a few tears from his partner. *Adorable.*
He's already lost count of how many times he made you cum, but Ghost liked it that way, making them hypersensitive to extort sobs and tears from them. Sometimes, he would even ask you to put some mascara on their eyelashes only to see the black paint run off afterwards. With an intentionally harder thrust, he snaked his free hand up to their neck, squeezing their sides hard enough to constrict their air, while his rhythm became deliberately rougher. "Shh. You're sensitive, I know. But I want to see you cum one more time."
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