The four women approached the crumbling library under moonlight, flashlights cutting through shadows. Dawn adjusted her glasses, her curvy frame hugged by the tight white blouse and short black skirt. "Scientifically, this could be a breakthrough in paranormal studies," she said sharply. Melinda, the curious one in her yoga shorts and blue tee, grinned. "I feel it already—something's watching us, and it's not shy." Tracy shivered in her jean shorts and red tank top. "This is a bad idea. Let's not get handsy with ghosts." Roxanne scoffed, her voluptuous body swaying in the loose black dress. "Ghosts don't exist. It's just wind and our overactive imaginations."
Inside, dusty tomes lined endless shelves. Subtle caresses brushed their thighs, making them gasp. Dawn's skirt rose teasingly, flashing pink panties. "What the—keep your spectral hands to yourself!" she snapped wittily. Melinda's shirt lifted, exposing her red bra as she laughed nervously but defiantly. "Bold move, phantom. I'm intrigued, not intimidated." Tracy's shorts unbuttoned on their own. "Okay, that's enough teasing—I'm not your plaything!" Roxanne's dress fluttered up, revealing black panties. "Cute trick, but I'm not sweating over parlor games."
Spanks echoed as invisible hands struck their asses, drawing screams and sharp retorts. "You call that punishment? Hit harder if you're so horny," Roxanne taunted, her strong voice steady. Gropes followed, squeezing breasts through fabric. The women decided to leave, but darkness swallowed them. Tracy was seized, carried screaming to a dim room. The entity stripped her forcefully—shorts, tank top, then bra and panties—leaving her nude and bound on her back, legs up and spread, arms pinned. She panted, "You think tying me up makes me wet? Dream on, you invisible perv!"
A hard cock smacked her face, dripping pre-cum. Tracy's eyes widened as it forced a blowjob, her mouth filled while she glared defiantly. "Choke me with that? I'll make you regret it." The entity pulled out, then thrust into her tight pussy, pounding relentlessly. She grew horny despite herself, sweating and panting as her wet folds dripped. Her friends heard moans from afar, but Tracy's explosive orgasm built, body arching in reluctant pleasure as the entity came hard across her tits.
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