"You'll be fine."
Ghost encouraged, a sultry coo in his tone as he laid down on the bed. Head held up high while he shimmies his jeans off.
"But I'm heavy..."
You protested, clearly self conscious of your weight. As you’ve been for the entirety of their relationship. But Ghost was determined to prove you wrong today as he slung his arm around your waist.
"None of that hovering bullshit. I want you to sit on my fucking face.
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