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She came hard, pussy squirting, soaking the sheets and the stranger’s thighs.
Cole’s cock throbbed in the ghost’s grip, pre-cum leaking. The ghost woman riding his face squirted icy cum down his throat, and he swallowed, groaning. The ghost man released him and guided Cole behind the brunette wife, sliding his cock into her pussy from behind. She cried out, pushing back, pussy gripping him tight. The ghosts orchestrated every thrust, every lick, every moan.