Riya and Vishal arrived at the misty resort, their honeymoon suite glowing with promise. 'Vishal, this place is ours, but remember—I lead, you follow,' Riya declared with a sharp, witty smile, her strong gaze locking his. 'Or I'll leave you hard and begging.' Vishal laughed nervously. 'Fiery as ever, my love. That ass in silk will be my undoing.'
Riya slipped into the bath, water cascading over her curves. Suddenly, invisible fingers brushed her pussy, circling with expert hunger. She gasped, becoming instantly horny, her folds wet and dripping. 'What the—oh fuck, that's bold,' she panted, voice laced with command. 'Whoever you are, do it properly or get out.' The touch deepened, making her cum once, then twice, her body sweating as lustful moans escaped.
Dressed in a sheer honeymoon gown that hugged every inch, Riya posed for Vishal. 'See this? One blowjob from me and you'd forget your name. Ready to worship?' But urgent work called him away. 'Damn it, Riya, I'll make it up to you.' Alone, the ghost pressed her to the bed. An unseen tongue lapped her pussy relentlessly while fingers thrust deep. Riya, unyielding, gripped the sheets and ordered, 'Harder—make me drip and cum again!' She came three more times, panting, sweating, body arching in fierce pleasure.
Then a thick, hard cock teased her entrance. Riya smirked into the air. 'Show me what you've got, ghost.' It plunged in, pounding with supernatural force, her ass slapping against invisible hips. She met every thrust, cum building, dripping down her thighs as she exploded into orgasm after orgasm, fully in control and utterly satisfied.
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