Kill Switch

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My n*****s pebble beneath the tight fabric of my academy issued shirt at the memory of being pressed against the dresser back at the safe house. Ghost stepped up behind me, teasing me with his hard c**k, and like the greedy slut I am; I bent over and practically served myself to him on a silver platter. His hips thrust into me hard enough to cause the dresser to break a few holes into the wall. I think we’ve both starved ourselves from pleasure for so long that the feeling is addictive. At least it is for me. Ghost on the other hand, seems cool as a cucumber sitting in X and Z’s office, ready to give them a rundown of our time within Draven’s compound. He’d been too busy groveling before we f****d for either of us to discuss anything. Not that I’m complaining. “Sorry I’m late

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