spectral Screw in the Dark

The room is cold, the air thick with the scent of the otherworldly. A ghostly figure materializes, its form barely visible in the dim light. It hovers, its eyes locked onto the bed, where a lone figure lies sleeping. The ghostly presence moves closer, its form solidifying just enough to reveal its intentions. It hovers over the sleeping figure, its spectral hands reaching out to touch, to caress, to fuck. The room fills with the sound of ghostly moans as the phantom fucks, its form shimmering in the moonlight, its pleasure palpable.

• fucking
• fuck

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