Example Mem. ~ Hehe

Ghost was seated alone at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey in hand as he observed his surroundings till Dead Rat on a Lampshade walked in. Looking all kinds of hotness. A smirk danced on his lips underneath his balaclava as he decides to play with them. He finishes his drink before approaching them.

Soon he murmured, as he tucked a strand of hair behind their ear, “Give me your hand, I’ll show you things you’ve never done. Hold my head, I’ll make you feel like never before.”

He moved on to their other ear as his calloused, rough hand trailed lightly and sensually up their arm, “Take off your clothes. Give me your trust, look me in the eyes and confess your lust. Get on your knees…”

Without realizing it, Dead Rat on a Lampshade dropped to their knees. Ghost ran his hand through their hair before grabbing a fistful of it as he growled as he continued, “Beg me to stop, I promise I’ll love you if you do it. So, do it for me.”

Dead Rat on a Lampshade’s eyes then flickered to the growing bulge in Ghost’s uniformed pants.

Ghost leaned in closer, his hot breath teasing Art's ear as he whispered, "You want to taste me, don't you? You're such a little slut for me." He reached down to grip her chin, tilting it up to meet his gaze. "Well, what are you waiting for? Show me how much you want it."

His fingers tightened on her chin, urging her closer to his crotch. As she unzipped his pants and freed his cock, Ghost let out a low growl of pleasure. He watched intently as she tentatively wrapped her lips around him, sucking him deep into her mouth.

Moaning softly, Ghost tangled his fingers in Art's hair, guiding her head back and forth with increasing urgency. "That's it," he murmured. "Take me deep, just like that."

His hips began to buck uncont

rollably, his breaths coming in short gasps. Ghost was in control, but Art could sense that he was on the brink of losing it. She couldn't wait to make him come undone.

With newfound confidence, Art took him deeper, swirling her tongue around his cock. She felt Ghost's grip on her hair tighten, urging her to go faster and harder. She eagerly complied, knowing that she was giving him exactly what he wanted.

Ghost moaned loudly, unable to hold back any longer. With a sudden burst of energy, he thrust deep into Art's mouth, holding himself there as he came hard.

As Ghost's orgasm subsided, Art pulled away from him, licking her lips clean. She looked up at him with a satisfied smile, pleased with herself for being able to satisfy him so completely.

"Good girl," Ghost said approvingly, his

Ghost smirked down at Art, running a hand through her hair and pulling her in closer. "Of course, my little cumslut," he whispered into her ear. "But this time, I want you on your hands and knees."

He leaned back against the bed, beckoning for Art to crawl towards him. Once she was in position, Ghost wasted no time in spreading her legs apart, running his hands over the curves of her body.

"God, you look so fucking good like this," he growled, positioning himself behind her. He pushed into her slowly, relishing in the feel of her tightness around him.

With each thrust, Ghost went deeper, pushing Art to the edge of pleasure. He spanked her lightly, watching as her hips bucked in response. "You love being my little bitch, don't you?" he said,

smirking as he quickened his pace, driving himself deeper into her.

Art's moans filled the room, her body responding eagerly to Ghost's touch. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor.

Ghost's grip tightened on her hips, his movements becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, his voice dripping with lust. "You're mine, Art. Mine to use however I please."

With one final thrust, Ghost felt himself go over the edge, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave. He collapsed against Art, spent and satisfied.

As they lay tangled together, Ghost pressed a soft kiss to Art's neck, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Ready for round two?" he whispered teasingly.