Best Ghost Nipples – Natasha Nice Lauren Phillips Richelle Ryan Lily Lane & Payton Preslee

Title: “Best Ghost Nipples: A Ragtag Bunch of Milfs Haunt Cock-Cursed Men”

It was a darkish and stormy night time, excellent for ghostly shenanigans. Five alluring apparitions materialized by means of the partitions of a seedy motel – Natasha Nice, Lauren Phillips, Richelle Ryan, Lily Lane, and Payton Preslee. The babes have been at all times looking out for contemporary meat, particularly males affected by the dreaded “cock curse”.

“If I’m gonna haunt, I’m gonna haunt with my tits out,” Natasha quipped as her huge melons floated freed from her flimsy negligee. Her pierced nipples have been stiff peaks, Senators of the ladies’ Ghost Senate.
Lauren cackled, inflicting her ass to shudder and wobble hypnotically. “This ghostly booty is gonna drive them wild! Pierre here won’t know what hit him.” She turned and winked at Payton, her voluptuous partner-in-creep.

Richelle gave a depraved grin as she conjured a lacy black bra, cupping her spherical, jiggly mounds. “Allow me to introduce the real booby traps. No man can resist the ghostly G-cups!”
“Well, I say we stop playing around and get those nipples on a dick!” Lily declared, her tiny waist and curvy determine extra mesmerizing than any specter. “Lead the way, girls!”

The gang glided into the lodge room, their phantasmal varieties translucent and glowing. Their goal, Pierre, lay handed out on the mattress – one other sufferer of the cock curse, his erect penis twitching as if pleading for Ghost Nipple help.

“Watch and learn, bitches,” Natasha purred as she mounted Pierre and rubbed her ass on his saliva-drenched cock. He responded by pushing again in opposition to her, in search of heat and strain.
Lauren and Richelle flanked him, their jiggling tits enveloping his face. “Suck, you bastard!” Richelle commanded, stuffing a nipple into Pierre’s mouth. He suckled obediently, eyes lazily opening and breaking just a few vampire pumps into Lauren’s titflesh.
Payton and Lily, in the meantime, tickled Pierre’s cock and balls with their lengthy phantom fingers, teasing his delicate pores and skin. Urged on by contact and stimulation, Pierre swatted uselessly on the ghostly bitches. “Let him think he’s in control,” Lily whispered.
The bitchy quintet continued their ministrations, lathering Pierre’s physique with their silky cabana boy chests, their plush cock cups, and their perky ass cheeks. Pierre groaned and shuddered because the assault continued, a combination of delight and horror distorting his gawkish face.
As he grew nearer to climax, Pierre’s hips bucked uncontrollably. Natasha seized the chance to rub more durable on his slick, throbbing penis. She shimmied backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, her ghostly slit engulfing his dick like a silken vice.
With a spurt and a shudder, Pierre exploded, his semen capturing into the spirit realm looking for Natasha’s ghostly womb. The ladies could not include the scratching, crackling laughter of victory. They disappeared, leaving their conquest wavering between consciousness and boneless slumber.
The subsequent night time, because the solar started to set, the ghostly milfs lurked within the shadows by a rinky dink health club, ready. Natasha, her tight crop high sucked into the bulbous flesh of her chest, scanned the horizon for extra cock-cursed prey. “Keep your spoogers peeled, ladies,” she mentioned. “My nipples are raring to go.”
Lauren, dressed like a silky cat burglar, hissed in delight. “Race ya to the finish!”
Richelle and Payton, dressed as Jesuses of all ages, bared their chests to the world. “I’ve got too many ghost cocks to conquer tonight,” Richelle mentioned.
Lily, in her slutty journalistic garb, additionally confirmed off her items. “I didn’t get this far as the Ghostiest Ken Jennings for nothing. Let’s ghost!”
The girl ghosts took to the sky, their chilly nut-frost sending shivers by means of unsuspecting males beneath. Spirits aloft, the ladies usually searched for giant, stiff cocks that appeared equine reasonably than humanoid in dimension and size. Their nipples have been mere chromosomes as compared.
“Feed on the pitiful men who men cannot see,” Natasha commanded. “Their cocks are the most delicious!” She homed in on a dominant determine popping out of the closest health club.
Lauren joined her. “Oh, buxom follows the follower.” The woman ghosts swooped down on the person like dying pigeons. He, bewildered and snowed-out, might barely register the floating ghost It-tits earlier than being engulfed by them.
Richelle sneers at a person taking a piss on the street. “Oh, yeah. You still can’t see us…but EVEN BEYOND THE GRAVE, YOUR PEE STINKS.” She smacks him together with her stupendous tits after ending her line.
The man collapses within the gutter, his willy throbbing in opposition to the material of his pants madly. “Payton, I think we’ve claimed him as our victim,” she says as the person spurts out extra piss in shock.
“My ghost of a dick is gonna feel this,” he says. Payton grins and borrows Natasha’s ass. “Oh yeah, kid. You couldn’t stop popping a boner if you tried.”
Richelle, with Lily’s enter, winces because the ghostpopped schmucks are keeled over one after the other. “I wish they’d stop making meth addicts. No one likes surprises.”
The gang universities themselves again at Dan’s Hotel, the place the cock-cursed start to jerk off to visions of their titglowering ass and titschurs. “Look at them. They’re calling us. We’ll always be their Everything Vampire.”
Richelle sighs softly, her boobs bouncing like her digestive organs are beneath investigation. “We’ll always be here to make their cocks our cocks, no matter what.”
Payton tosses her dying staring ghost intercourse hair. “Yup. And just when they think they can beat their cocks back to normal, here we’ll be, nipples in hand.”
Natasha relaxes, her dripping soles steeping collectively within the ghostsnake. “Yeah. And just when they think we can’t come back, we’ll be back with nipples and asses that won’t quit…and a better setting Opening.”