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Unseen fingertips tap-danced in between her tits, tugging at the hemline of her bralet. Unseen hands had stripped her down to her underwear in front of her friends, and now those same unseen hands were pulling her panties to the side and exposing her dripping pussy. Claire looked over anxiously at her friends who were staring fixedly at this performance art going on in front of them. “I can’t do anything..” she whispered, “. and I don’t want to..” In a spasmodic motion that sent her entire body into a convulsion, Claire bucked her hips forward and arched her back while she let out a pornographic expulsion of pleasure from between her lips. The other three couldn’t see what New was going on – not really, anyway – and were effectively getting half the show. In an astounding gesture of human-to-ghost relations, it appeared to them like their friend was currently getting eaten out by a spirit. Claire could’ve corroborated that assumption if she had the willpower to stop moaning for a moment to speak. From her side, a tongue she couldn’t see was lashing back and forth in between the tender lips of her pink. She could feel the slimy, spectral appendage flick teasingly off of the sensitive nub of her clit. She had been gone down on before, but never like this – if that didn’t go without saying. The poltergeist pleasuring the nubile, young woman was utterly incorporeal from virgin Claire’s end of the electromagnetic spectrum. In a truly bizarre sight for her audience members, the squirming girl would occasionally reach down and make an attempt to rest her hand on top of the head that pussy should have been nestled in between her legs. To as much of a surprise as the chick currently enthralled by the tongue-lashing as the ones watching her, Claire’s hand would hesitate at the spot where a head would be, and then pass through. 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Her chin tilted down, her eyes flicked towards Audrey’s chest, and she guffawed. “Yeah, and apparently this is doing things to you, too!” Giselle retorted. In a flash of motion, she reached over and flicked one of Audrey’s nipples that were firm enough to be visible through her blouse. Audrey yelped and smacked Giselle in the shoulder in defense. “Shut up!” she cried, crossing her arms over her chest to hide the evidence of he arousal. Once the bickering pair had simmered down, a distinct moan quivered from behind them. Giselle looked over at Claire, who was still getting the tonguefucking of her life, and narrowed her gaze. Leaning back, she peered around Audrey to get a look at their silent friend. Hunter was leant back onto one hand, almost mimicking Claire, and was completely nude from the waist down. Her free hand was snaked in between her thighs and furiously stroking at her sensitive mound. “Oh my god, bitch! What the fuck! Have some self control!” Giselle shrieked. Not that she would’ve said anything, anyway, Hunter looked over and smirked before a tremble of pleasure caused her expression to falter and her “oh” face to return. With that, the number of people enjoying some level of pussypleasing equalled the number of voyeurs for the pleasure party. Before the uncomfortable odds settled in for Giselle and Audrey, Claire spoke up again with the trademark vocal quibble that most ecstasy-high individuals wore. She was beautiful too, not just the 'oh she's cute' kind that I'd say to buddies if a hottie passed us in the mall but, why is she not a model beautiful. “Yeah,” I said. “Not at this minute can I call you back in about an hour”? “What’s up?” Ashley asked. He put his toy bag down, removed his boots, moved silently to the side of her big four poster bed, gently pulling the covers from her naked body. “I am not the ONLY horny one here tonight. Her breath was short when she saw how really good looking he was. 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