Ghosts are cold when you touch them, but so warm when they touch you. Dwayne doesn’t waste time on foreplay, he spreads my legs wider and rails me with his thick cock, fingers deep in the flesh of my breasts. In the meantime, I better take care of that new ghost because his confusion is starting to manifest in the room, threatening everybody’s good time. And the new guy (let’s call him Steve) takes off his clothes and joins his horny wife in bed. Turns out sex with three ghosts is not the most intense sexual experience a girl can have. “Maybe…” I reply in a breathless whimper. Dependable, predictable, insatiable. My gasp of playful fear turns us both on. Always the gentleman, Adam dives in, mouth first. Three heads twist and perk up. Always the gentleman, Adam dives in, mouth first. Adam starts caressing my breasts but never stops giving my neck attention. I would never let a normal guy pull a stunt like that, but everything ghosts do seems to drive me crazy. It’s still an unparalleled experience as they each have a completely different feel, tempo, and forcefulness. All six hands are on my breasts now as three jeans bulges rub against my bare butt.
