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 onto her back, coughing up a mixture of her own spittle and mint-green ectoplasmic babybutter onto the floor. Her chest heaved rapidly, sucking in as much fresh air as she could. Audrey rushed to her side and brought hands under the slender jawline of her facefucked friend.
"Hunter, I’m so, so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.. I just– I thought you were messing with me, and – !"
If Hunter was upset, she showed it in a way that only a girl who didn’t speak would. Had Audrey noticed the flash of lusty fire sparking behind the girl’s eyes before she lunged, she might have had a moment to get out of the way. Instead, she was right in the firing line as Hunter pushed herself up off of the floor and smushed her lips right into Audrey’s. Ectoplasmic gunk caking her lips and the inside of her mouth, Hunter began a sloppy make-out session whether or not Audrey was ready for it. Her cumcaked tongue lashed into the off-guard, fair-haired skeptic’s mouth. Lips overlapped each other, locking and unlocking, and stringing pastel green ghost DNA between each pair. The target of this sneak-attack cumswapping tensed up at first. Not only was this the first time she had locked lips with a girl, it was ostensibly the first time sampling spectral cum. After the initial shock wore off, Audrey breathed a moan into Hunter’s mouth and continued until she had gotten her fill – both of Hunter’s tongue and what was coating it.
They pulled away from each other, strands of residual spit linking their mouthes together for a moment before splitting apart. They looked into each other’s eyes, panting heavily – although Hunter more than Audrey.
".. y’all done?" Giselle remarked to split the silence in the room.
"Y– yeah. Same time next week?" Audrey asked with a wry grin.
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