She craved it- why are you doing this why do you want me to cum inside you so much.
The haunting secret clung to her like a second skin.
Her body a canvas for your touch a delicious invitation.
You couldn't escape the lewd ghost's grip.
Every curve a promise every moan a plea.
She was a pregnancy ghost waiting to be filled.
Her climax an explosion of raw sensation.
The phantom touch a burning memory.
You left her a vessel overflowing with your seed.
The 956LABO experience forever etched in your mind.
