Spectral Sodomy

The house creaks with age and... desire. As the man explores the dimly lit corridors, he feels a chill that's not from the draft. A spectral presence, hungry for flesh, follows him. He feels it, hard and insistent, against his back. The ghost pushes him onto the bed, and he feels the cold, phantom cock enter him, filling him completely. There's no pain, only the sensation of being used by an unseen lover, his body a vessel for ghostly lust.

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