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The Ghost of Paris Chapter 12: Afternoon At the Park & Epilogue: The Pink-Haired Girl
Date: 10/10/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Ass to pussy, Blowjob, Exhibitionism, Male / Females, Male/Female, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 82.4, Source: sexstories.com
my invisible cock. The toilet flushed. Silk rustled as Cheryl-Lynn pulled up her shorts. “This is wild,” she muttered, still listening to her phone. The stall door opened. I glanced back as Cheryl-Lynn walked into sight. She froze, blinking at her friend. I kept fucking Tammy's sweet mouth. “Um?” Cheryl-Lynn asked. “Are you okay?” Tammy moaned around my pecker. “Are you choking?” Cheryl-Lynn rushed in, her hazel eyes full of concern. She bumped into me, driving my pecker back down her friend's throat. The brunette squealed in fear, eyes trembling as she reached out and touched my back. Then she turned, about to bolt. My hand snaked out, grabbing her by her frosted tips. She yelped as I yanked her back into the stall. She stumbled, and fell against me, her round tits pressing against me through the thin material of her tank top. “Help!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Oh, Lord, help!” I stopped fucking Tammy's face so I could reached out and stroked Cheryl-Lynn's cheek. “Ain't nothin' to be 'fraid of, sweetness,” I cooed. “Just relax your purtee, little head. I ain't gonna hurt you. Just gonna fuck you.” She still struggled in my grip, just not as hard as my finger traced down her neck and into the cleavage of her tank top. I pulled it down until her dark-brown nipple popped out. I stroked it; she hardened and sighed. My Pact affected her, and she stopped resisting. “See, sweetness, ain't that nice?” “I guess,” she mumbled. “Are you the Ghost?” “Sure as shit.” I ...