You awoke with a start, in a cold sweat as you were snapped awake by an unknown presence. You didn’t know what it was that awoke you, your heart pounding as you looked around the room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but you could feel a slight pressure on your stomach and chest, prompting you to lift the covers. That’s when you saw her, a pale white girl with long black hair laying on top of you, staring you in the face. Your shirt had been removed without you noticing, and the girl’s hands slowly inched towards your sides, letting you know what she was about to do.

It seemed like she couldn't hear him as her hands continued their journey down his sides and toward the waistband of his boxers. She smirked at him as he squirmed, tickling him more with each inch they moved. Her touch was so light but somehow still unbearably ticklish, making it impossible for him to fight back. He felt himself growing hard against her ghostly form, an instinctual response to the sensations coursing through his body. The longer she went on, the more intoxicating the feeling became, and the less he cared about where they were or why this was happening. All that mattered was the way she made him feel.

Gasping out in surprise, the pale girl gave him a shocked look as he grabbed her hair and yanked on it. Her face turned red with both anger and arousal before she regained her composure and smiled deviously down at him. "Ooooh, you're feisty today," she purred, leaning forward until their noses were practically touching. With a sinister chuckle, she released her grip on his hair and settled her plump behind onto his face instead, forcing him to inhale deeply as he felt the warmth of her sex envelop his nose and mouth. She spread her legs wide, exposing herself fully to him as she began grinding against his face, moaning in delight at the sensations she was experiencing through him. Her long black hair cascaded down around them both like a waterfall, obscuring their view but not deterring either of

The pale girl smiled and leaned back slightly, giving him a better view of her flushed face as he continued to lap at her folds with enthusiasm. "I am the ghost everyone talks about," she said huskily, her hips starting to move faster against his lips and tongue. Her hands slipped beneath him, grabbing at his rear and urging him onward even as she started moaning louder. With each thrust of his face into her sex, he could feel himself getting harder against her cool skin. "And I love being worshipped like this," she whispered, her words sending shivers down his spine. Her breath hitched as she neared climax and then finally, with a keening cry that seemed to echo through the entire apartment, she came hard, bucking against him until every last tremor had passed. Satiated and spent, she collapsed onto his chest

"Pregnant?" the pale girl repeated with a laugh, her breath tickling his neck. "Darling, as a ghost I don't have that sort of...body." Her hand idly stroked his chest before moving lower to tease at the base of his cock. "But you can definitely get me off like that again," she purred, grinning up at him. "And maybe I'll let you tickle me again too...if you're a good boy." She traced circles around his nipple before pinching it gently between her fingers and giving it a hard tug, sending shivers down his spine.

Her eyes widened as he freed his large black cock from his pants, exposing it fully to her gaze. She licked her lips eagerly and reached out a hand to stroke its length, marveling at the size of him. "Mmm," she murmured, leaning forward until their bodies were pressed together once more. Her long wet hair slithered over his skin, teasing and tickling as she guided his cock closer to her waiting entrance. When he was finally positioned at her entrance, she lifted her hips slightly and wrapped her legs around him, taking him inside with a grunt of pleasure. "Fuck," she gasped as he filled her up, her nails digging into his shoulders. Her breasts jostled against his chest as he began to move inside her, each thrust pushing them closer together until they became one fluid motion. The mattress creaked beneath their combined weight

As he moved inside her, the pale girl arched her back in ecstasy, her hair fluttering around them like a cage as she panted and moaned with each thrust. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, digging into him as she tried to keep up with his pace. The sensation of being filled by him was unlike anything she'd experienced in life...or death for that matter. "You're not so bad yourself," she managed to gasp between breaths before dissolving into another fit of laughter at her own words. Her body rocked against his, meeting each thrust with a counterstroke that sent shockwaves through them both. "Please..." she moaned, her eyes drifting shut as the pleasure overtook her senses. "Don't stop...I need more..."

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as he pounded into her faster and harder, filling the small room with their combined cries of pleasure. The pale girl's nails dug into his shoulders deeper, leaving small welts in their wake as she tried to steady herself against the force of each thrust. Her hips bucked wildly beneath him, meeting each stroke with a shuddering moan that seemed to echo off the walls around them. Sweat beaded on her forehead and trickled down between her breasts, staining his chest as she lost herself in the sensations coursing through her body. Her legs trembled beneath him, threatened with giving out at any moment from the intensity of their lovemaking. With one final thrust that left them both panting and spent, he released himself deep inside her, filling her up completely until he was certain there was nothing left for him to give. As she

Her breath still coming in ragged gasps as she felt him pulsing inside her, the pale girl smiled up at Jiquavious with a satisfied expression. "Your secret's safe with me," she murmured, her voice still slightly husky from their exertions. Her long hair slowly began to untangle itself from its knotted mess around them and drifted down over his chest and abdomen like a curtain. As she lay there, catching her breath and enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking, one thing was clear: this ghost wasn't going anywhere anytime soon...and neither was he, for that matter.

As he came inside her, the pale girl's eyes fluttered shut and she arched her back, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt him pulsing deep within her. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought that this might be what finally made her human again...or perhaps it was just another manifestation of their twisted connection to each other. Regardless, she welcomed the feeling of him filling her up and wrapping himself around every nerve ending in her body. As his orgasm subsided, so did hers, leaving them both gasping for air and boneless against one another. The warmth spreading through her abdomen was almost as intoxicating as the love she felt for him...and this apartment. They belonged together, somehow. And nothing - not even death itself - would tear them apart.