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“Gonna wreck you in a real bed next time. Lights on. So I can watch your face when I make you come again. And again.” Heat flooded my cheeks. My thighs clenched hard. He turned, started walking back toward the group—whistling like nothing happened. I stared at the contact name glowing on my screen. Smiled so wide it hurt. Already typing. Me: You’re insane. I hit send before I could overthink it. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, read it, glanced back at me over his shoulder with that wicked grin. The Ghost Who Fucked You Senseless: You love it.

I kick the door and it flew open. There was our target, Giada having the time of his life. Three ladies pleasuring him while he moaned away lost in his fantasy world. The stench of hard drugs filled the entire room. “Oh bitch…go harder…fuvk…damn…shit…you are the best bitch ever…” he continues to moan with his dick in the mouth of one of the ladies and the other two ladies, side by side, licked on his shaft. Lost in their own world. I smirked, took out my phone and made a video of them.

He bites my pussy then dives his tongue inside, licking my core, barely touching the g-spot over and over. “Ghost, I want Milo.” I cry out. “I want Milo to fuck me.” In a flash, Ghost is face to face with me. His chin is dripping wet with his devilish smile, watching my reaction to his handiwork before he relinquishes control. “So you like bites?” He kisses me roughly, letting me taste myself from his tongue while his thumb massages my clit. “Uh-huh.” I groan, too close to the edge of an orgasm to respond in another way. “Milo…”

In fact, his hand just hurts. Maybe this was a bad idea. He's about to close the tab, but one video catches his eyes. Gay porno. His hand is clicking the video before he can process if it's okay to play this or not. Well, the answer is: it's fine. He's glad he did actually. This is way better than the first video he watched. His heart is beating erratically as he watches the two guys kiss and stroke each other's dicks. "Mm..." Gold grips on the bedsheet, throwing the bottle of soju on the floor. The feminine guy in the video forces the masculine guy to bend. The former slaps the latter's ass before burying his face on it.

Trisha came while he was inside her, shaking on all fours, her moans echoing off the concrete. They took turns. One would fuck her from behind while another licked her face or her hanging breasts. At one point she turned and let one of them lick her pussy while the third mounted her from behind. The mix of tongues and wild animal cocks was overwhelming. She lost track of how many times they switched, but her knees were raw from the concrete. Her body was covered in scratches and saliva. Ghost came back for a second round. This time the knot swelled bigger and actually locked inside her for almost a minute. The pressure on her g-spot made her come so hard she saw spots. She felt like prey. Li

"I know baby. Just shut up while I fuck you." I felt my heart pounding hard against my chest, it's like I'm watching porn but it's a porn I don't want to watch. I carefully open my door just a little bit so I can take a quick peek from what's happening outside. My hands covered my mouth even before I could and my tears fell over my cheeks right away when I saw Gage hitting a hot blond from behind. I knew that voice and that accent was familiar. It was really Gage Stockholm and I tried to deny it to myself that it was him but it is. It is Gage Stockholm fucking another woman inside a public bathroom.

Everything was a mess! The man immediately turned his face at the little boy. His face darkened. "Tell me, Little Veen, how did I frighten her? I was merely showing her the memories of my real appearance but, I do not understand why she was so frightened and kept denying my existence even in her sleep." He said in dissatisfaction that reflected on his handsome face. The little boy called Veen coughed softly in a polite manner. "Your appearance now is similar to those of what humans called a ghost. You have not fully recovered your body yet, so you cannot do anything. Just let her be for now."

"That’s me touching you. I’m a ghost now, Gracie. I died two years ago in a car crash. But I’ve been watching Daniel… and you. When he died, I finally got my chance to come back and play with his pretty little wife." Grace’s eyes widened in horror, a ghost? Her husband’s dead ex-lover was inside her body? Her fingers moved faster on her clit. Two fingers from her other hand pushed back inside her pussy. The wet sounds started again, she watched in the mirror as her own body fucked itself. Her hips rocked forward, chasing the pleasure. “You’re sick,” Grace gasped, even as her legs started shaking. "Maybe" Sabine said with a laugh. "But you’re soaking wet again. Your pussy loves this."

I came so hard my legs gave out, only Reaper's grip keeping me upright as pleasure crashed through me in waves. "That's it," he muttered. "Good girl. Such a good fucking girl." He came with a grunt, burying himself deep and flooding me with his release. When he finally pulled out, I felt his cum immediately start leaking down my thighs. "My turn," Ghost said quietly. Reaper stepped aside and Ghost took his place, but he flipped me around to face him first. His dark eyes bore into mine. "I'm going to fuck you now," he said calmly, like he was telling me what the weather was. "And you're going to look at me the whole time. Understand?"