“As you can see, the ghost is manipulating my breast,” she narrated. Milf porn She didn’t struggle much—maybe my wish was making her a little docile, or maybe she was just caught completely off-guard—as I cuffed her hands together through the seat’s frame, leaving her kneeling on the bus floor; her delightful ass pointed right at me, wriggling as she struggled. I paid it no mind. So goddamn wonderful! Damn, was there nothing these new-fangled smart phones couldn’t do? If I wasn’t invisible, I’m sure I would have left a line of cum across her skirt. I’ve been on a few paranormal specials on television.”
“I’m ‘fraid not,” the cop answered, shining a penlight she produced from her utility belt in Carla’s eyes. “Amazing,” breathed Carla. I didn’t blame her for standing—some absolutely disgusting lowlifes, yours included, rode the bus. One of those disgusting lowlifes eyed the woman’s ass, rubbing his hands on his ratty jeans. “Hoo-boy, dem’s a mighty fine pair of sweater puppies you got!”
A low, throaty moan escaped her lips. “Sweet Jesus, he’s making me cum!”
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