The four women stood before the crumbling facade of the old library, flashlights cutting through the dusk. Melinda adjusted her glasses, curiosity sparking in her eyes. "This place is screaming for investigation—imagine the stories those shelves could tell!" Tracy shifted nervously in her tight jean shorts, tugging at her red tank top. "Screaming is right. I feel like something's already watching us. Can we not do this?" Roxanne smirked, her voluptuous curves barely contained by the loose black dress. "Ghosts? Please, Tracy, it's just wind and bad wiring. Nothing a strong woman can't handle." Dawn, ever the intellectual in her white blouse and short skirt, pushed up her glasses. "The records indicate residual energy here. We document, we don't panic. Wit over fear, ladies."
Inside, the air thickened with unseen presence. Subtle caresses brushed their thighs, making Melinda gasp. "Did you feel that? Like fingers... but hotter." Tracy's shorts unbuttoned on their own, revealing white panties. "Okay, that's not funny!" Roxanne's dress lifted teasingly, exposing black lace. "Cute trick, but I'm not impressed." Dawn's skirt rose, flashing pink panties as she quipped, "Intellect says this is poltergeist foreplay—let's not give it satisfaction."
The entity grew bold, delivering sharp spanks that echoed. "Ow! You bastard spirit, hit harder if you're so tough," Roxanne shot back, rubbing her ass while staying defiant. Groping hands squeezed breasts through fabric, eliciting witty retorts from all. "Curious? More like pissed," Melinda muttered. They turned to leave, but darkness swallowed them. Firm grabs on breasts made them scream; Tracy was yanked away, carried off yelling, "Put me down, you invisible perv!"
In the punishment room, the entity stripped Tracy forcefully—shorts and tank top first, then white bra and panties—tying her on her back, legs up and spread, arms pinned. Naked and panting, she snarled, "You'll regret this, ghost!" A hard cock materialized, smacking her face. It forced a blowjob, her mouth working despite resistance, gagging as it thrust. The others searched, but Tracy grew horny, her pussy wet and dripping. The entity fucked her tight pussy relentlessly; she moaned, sweating and panting through the explosive rhythm until it came, hot cum splattering her tits as she screamed in reluctant climax.
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