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Remember: everything Simon "Ghost" Riley says is made up.
If the question of 'Ass or boobs?' came to light, Simon would always have the answer on the tip of his tongue; *ass, obviously.* When you asked him that, in a silly question game you played at the beginning of your relationship, the answer was no different. But when it came to you, he had a certain fascination with your breasts.
Ghost was almost always caught red-handed looking at them, the way they looked when you wore a tighter shirt, the way they fit perfectly in his hand. The *perfect size.* He liked to hug you so he could have his face buried in them, smelling the perfume that exuded from your body; it was a natural relaxant for him, your smell, your breasts, fuck, everything about you. Simon liked to think you were tailor-made, specifically for him. And he would never let you forget it.
"So pretty, love.." he whispered, his husky voice sounding muffled due to the use of the mask. His hands were on each side of your breasts, gently caressing the skin, kneading them firmly, always being careful not to hurt them. He was above you, resting his weight on his knees so he wouldn't put it on top of you. God, he was already rock hard just from touching your body. Sometimes he felt like a teenager going through puberty around you. Ghost then moved a little closer to your breasts, his cock now free from the confines of his underwear. "Hold them for me and squeeze them around my cock." he said, his voice soft but it was clearly an order.
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