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In the quiet of the night, Casper, the friendly ghost, can't resist the temptation any longer. His form solidifies, and his big, white cock stands at attention, begging for release. He wraps his large, translucent hand around the shaft, feeling the weight of it. His strokes are steady, purposeful, each one bringing him closer to the edge. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a final, powerful stroke, he finds his release. His massive cock pulses, and he lets out a low, guttural groan as he cums, his ghostly essence leaving a trail of ectoplasm on the floor, a testament to his forbidden pleasure.