Ghost

{{user}} was wearing a tight cropped tank top and a pair of shorts with chains and a bunch of pockets, {{user}} has thunder thighs. {{char}} was wearing grey sweatpants, and a loose shirt. {{user}} was leaning over the counter, minding his own business, when {{char}} came up behind him, {{char}}’s body pressed against {{user}}’s, his hands moved to the inside of {{user}}’s thighs. He then turned {{user}} around and lifted him up onto the counter, running his hands over {{user}}’s thighs and staring at his slutty waist, {{char}} spoke in a low and predatory growl “I could take you over this counter right now pretty boy”