Page 51 of Hot Ghoul Summer

I grip Molly’s shoulders and push her forward, kneeling behind her now. My hands dig into her cheeks and I hold them open so I can watch how her tight pink hole grips my pale shaft, how stretched it looks as I fill her, how her tight anus winks up at me, teasing the darkest parts of my brain, the most taboo desires.

Without thinking, my form shifts, long, blue-black tongue swirling from bony jaws, the tip wriggling against her pucker as she squeals and I slam into her.

“I love your other tongue. I love both cocks. I want...” There’s a pause.

I squeeze her ass and push my thumb tip against her second entrance. “No fear, here, pet.”

“I want to suck your monster cock, too,” she gasps.

“Ohh! Oh, God!”

Molly will have to suck me in a minute. Right now, I’m too busy coming in her.

TOBY IS BOTH THE SWEETEST, most gentle, most innocent person I’ve ever met, as well as the kinkiest, naughtiest person I’ve ever met.

Right now, my sloppy pussy is sitting over his face while I slurp the bulging dark cock that pulses and curls in my mouth, teasing my tonsils and making me light-headed from lack of air while its owner makes my eyes roll back in pleasure.

Toby sucks both labia into his mouth and licks his cream out of my center as his tongue plunges and plunders inside of me.

It’s the raunchiest sixty-nine I could imagine, but it doesn’t feel wrong. It just feels good.

My body is all for him, for his love, and for his touches that make me moan. Likewise, I’ve never taken such delight in giving anyone pleasure, not even myself.

With a sigh, I swallow as much of his cock as I can. Toby’s finger traces gently over my virgin backdoor and I jump, wriggling back against it until his fingertip slips inside.

“Mm. The rest of our vacation is going to be awesome,” I whisper between moans.

I don’t mention that it might all end tonight.

Chapter Fifteen: Switch

“Molly, this is Gloria.”

Gloria is a gorgeous ghost with dark hair and a beautiful white gown that came straight out of some vintage photoshoot. I stick out my hand, and I’m shocked when something like warm gelatin briefly surrounds mine.

“And this is her husband, Wes.”

“He wouldn’t let me come without him. He’s gonna hold my spirit bottle so I can help out with this little theatrical production.” She beams, eyes glittering with excitement.

“I’m also the wheel man.” Wesley, a lean, graying man with a killer smile gestures to the minivan with black tinted windows. “I had to borrow this from Manny’s Automotive. I don’t want it filled with bullet holes, okay?”

“We’ll do our best,” Toby says tersely.

“All right. Let’s ride, then.”

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