Almost reaching for her pouty full lips. Her round hips in the air, and her head pressed into her pillow. The grip on her hair pulled up jerking her body up. She gave out a harsh moan pushing her hips back. A handprint began to imprint in her legs. She clenched her ass on the ghosts cock. 3am. Her arms still pinned forward. She felt a bit of pressure on her thighs. It waited. It’s finger kept dragging while pulling down her sheets. Her nipples being pinched harshly. She breathed deeply feeling it make its last pumps from between her breasts and inside of her. Sounds of pleasure uttered from her lips as it rhythmically spanked her. She could feel her protruding nipples being sucked on and kissed. And it her. Until she gasped feeling her cleavage get sprayed by the same fluid. She lit black candles placing them throughout the house. Cold soft bits of pressure at her neck, kissing her. She moaned with every thrust as the spectral hands groped her melon breasts. To be forced, to see a ghost, and a fix of fear. Two long scratches appearing on the top of her left breast followed by a full grope grabbing and squeezing her soft tits. Ama stayed at her old apartment until the very last thing was unpacked.
