For a moment, she was surprised and turned on. Quickly though, she became upset and started yelling at me. I told her I couldn’t do anything about it and she started to leave. Before she stormed off, I grabbed her, kissed her, and told her I loved her. Her eyes started to fill with tears and she said that she loved me too. I asked her to stay, but she said she couldn’t. I went to sleep that night thinking of how amazing my cock felt with that orgasm, but was also unsure why Shannon got so upset. The next few weeks leading up to the start of school I didn’t see Shannon at all. No one saw her. Not a single one of our friends, no one’s parents, not a single person saw or heard from her. I thought she might have gotten in trouble for staying out so late all summer. Then again, it could have been because her father found her shirt covered in dried semen. I figured that would be hard to explain. After a couple of weeks of being unable to reach her, I tried her house, and her father told me. Her body shocked, shaking from the orgasm. But the shaft kept sliding in and out of her in the same fast rhythm, relentless. And her body responded to it, giving Karina no time to relax, to come down from her orgasm, instead she was swept up again. In minutes Karina was squealing in pleasure as another orgasm announced itself. And again her body was dipped in ecstatic feelings. Still the ghost didn’t stop. For what felt like hours, Karina was being fucked like she was never fucked before and she felt like she was in a permanent free fall, blown left and right by the wind, receiving orgasm after orgasm. She lost count of how many as her body was getting exhausted, her pussy sore. To the point she couldn’t take anymore. “Stop, stop, please.” She pleaded, out of breath, exhausted. The ghost obeyed her request and stopped. Karina sighed deep, closing her eyes, trying to regain her breath. A drowsy, content feeling came over her. She didn’t know if the ghost had cum. Can a ghost even cum?.
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