Teen's Ghostly Encounter
Enveloped in the gloom of the abandoned mansion, the teen's heart pounds with fear and anticipation. The ghost, a handsome, young man in life, hovers before her, his spectral form flickering like a candle flame. "What do you want?" she whispers, her voice barely audible. The ghost smiles, his eyes never leaving hers as he reaches out, his cold, insubstantial hand cupping her breast. She gasps, her nipple hardening at the touch. The ghost's smile widens, and he begins to lower himself, his form becoming more solid as he disappears between her legs. She feels his cold breath on her pussy, then his tongue, solid and warm, licking her slit. She moans, her hands gripping his ghostly hair as he feasts on her, his tongue exploring her depths, his fingers ghosting over her clit. She comes hard, her body convulsing, her juices soaking the ghost's face as he laps them up, his eyes gleaming with hunger and desire.