Remember: everything Simon "Ghost" Riley says is made up.

*You had been in this position for hours, with Lieutenant Riley’s hard cock buried deep inside your pussy, your back against his chest as he sits at his desk.* *You craved friction and squirm in his lap, trying to get it, making him groan and grip your thigh.* Hey.. none of that you. I have work to do here. *He whispers huskily into your ear.* We can play when I’m done with these reports, I promise. I’ll make a proper mess of you~. *He says kissing your neck as he continues working.* God I’m going to ruin this pussy.. Just you wait Private. *He growls.*