Aside from what that roughness awoke in her – which, she suspected, was linked to the sudden wetness in her panties – Audrey fell silent at the same time as she fell backwards off of the balls of her feet and onto her curvy butt. She reached up with a trembling hand and felt her stinging face. Then, she looked over Hunter. “You slapped me? What the fuck, Hunter? I thought we were friends!” Audrey squealed, tears welling up in her eyes. Her emotions were haywire. She didn’t know what to make of anything that was going on. She had seen Claire be undressed without touching her clothes. She had seen the Ouija board levitate into the air seemingly without assistance. Now, Hunter was almost comically miming an enthusiastic suckjob on what looked like nothing at all. She couldn’t explain it. Nothing made sense. Hunter appeared to be paying the in-crisis blond no mind, and had resumed her skillful servicing of the incorporeal dick. It was Hunter’s ‘mocking’ that pushed Audrey over the edge. She had clearly had it with her friends making fun of her, and now they had the gall to pull this downright mean prank on her. The fuming blonde scrambled to her feet and stormed the handful of paces over to her fellating friend. Much to the surprise of the preoccupied flax-haired lass, Audrey took two japan great handfuls of Hunter’s hair. “You want to suck a ghost cock, you cunt?” Audrey shrieked. Her stunned-silent audience members watched on with blank stares. Giselle couldn’t help but think back to the Audrey they knew before this evening – a picture of innocence, and the word ‘cunt’ would’ve burned her like holy water spilling out of her mouth – as she witnessed what was going on. “Here, let me fucking help you!” Audrey asian wailed on, beginning to push and pull Hunter’s head on the unseen member plugging up her lips. “You want to make fun of me? At least do a good job!” Using her dyed-silver locks as handles, the incensed church girl stood behind her friend and violently slammed her face back and forth with the comfortable understanding that she wasn’t actually skullfucking Hunter with a surrogate spectral schlong in place of one of her own. Hunter’s throat, meanwhile, was the casualty of the miscommunication; the rock-hard ghostdick fucking her face was just the instrument used to deliver Audrey’s divine reckoning. “G’luch- g’luch, g’lurrch– “ Hunter chortled over and over, marking each time the bulbous, plum-shaped (and sized) head of a cock speedbagged her tonsils. “Why are you so japanese committed to this!? Just give it up!” shrieked the blonde unintentionally bruising her friend’s esophagus. Tears were streaming down her cheeks from the whirlwind of emotions she was experiencing. No amount of throaty, gurgling protests from the girl making the loudest noises cum she had ever made (even if they were throatfuck-induced croaks) was going to convince Audrey that this wasn’t some elaborate plot. However, the fact that shoving her friend’s head just far forward enough was met with some resistance did puzzle her. Experimentally, Audrey stopped whipping the poor girl’s head back and forth and instead pushed her as far forward as she could until she couldn’t anymore. Something was holding Hunter’s head back; or, rather, Audrey was pressing Hunter’s lips flush with something. Bewilderment on her face, Audrey kept one hand on the back of Hunter’s melon and crouched down next to her. Hunter met Audrey’s confused stare with a pleading, begging expression out of the one eye. Had any of the four paranormal investigators in the attic been able to peek into the spiritual plane, they would be able to see Hunter’s breathless twitching and convulsing was not, in fact, the product of any kind of otherworldly improvisation. Rather, Hunter would have a girthy ghost dick plunged halfway to her belly – one that was spasming as it unloaded ropes of sticky ectoplasmic spunk into Hunter’s stomach. Audrey, it seems, had uncanny timing at getting off incorporeal beings. “Oh, lord forgive me..” mouthed Audrey as she came to the realization that what was going on in that dusty attic space was anything but a prank. Confirmation of her misunderstanding came immediately; when she released Hunter’s head, the oxygen-starved dicksleeve sprung backwards and collapsed pussy onto her back, coughing up a mixture of her own spittle and mint-green ectoplasmic babybutter onto the floor. I reach around to the sides and slowly pull them down, and you step out of them. That fucking asshole! Now, I called Mark. It did not work out as Jack had hoped, as the three never really were a family, with Britney striping at nights and sleeping most of the days. INTRODUCTION The next morning, after a joint breakfast, she kissed me and left for duties unknown. I am just waiting for the next phase of the project to start so I could take some time off. There’s also the times when Ryan has got me pussy very aroused before we’ve left home; or got me to wear one of my remote vibes and he’s got me all japanese worked up. In fact, she put her hand on his crotch. This was the first time I really looked at him and he was older than my dad. How’s Mom?” He grinned. Said Mara. She smiled and said, "That was my third time." I could see they wore matching chunky steel cockrings that even as big as they were seemed too tight and small to fit either man, their boners grew and grew and the thick tissues were puffily constricted where their man-meat squeezed out of the chrome metal . asian “You’re gonna be a good Bitch for us, aren’t you?!?” Tony surprised me when pushed out his hips and he slapped my face hard with his now steely erection, making my face sting so much tears filled my eyes and I could feel my cheek turning red where his meaty rigid bar had struck me. It was one of our japan dearest spots on the island. And, the only reason for that arrangement of time was for me to be mounted by his dog. "My God, you cum are really good for your age. Whenever we have to go upstairs to the conference room my boss insists on letting me go up the stairs in front of him. Tom and Morgan