"Hmm... so deep... every... every thrust... it goes all the way in... Hmm... no... no, it's... so sore... ah... it's coming again... ah..." Gu Qing's voice was a sultry, trembling wail, each word punctuated by a gasp as Chen Ge's massive cock plunged deep into her core. The relentless rhythm of his thrusts sent waves of pleasure and pain through her, her body struggling to accommodate the sheer size and force of his intrusion. Her flat, taut belly twitched with each thrust, the tender flesh of her vagina tightening around him in a desperate, pulsing grip that sent shivers through her entire being. Nectar gushed from her like a dam breaking, the slick, milky fluid spilling forth in a torrent that coated their joined bodies, leaving a glistening trail on her inner thighs. The sensation was overwhelming, her body writhing in a mix of agony and ecstasy as she surrendered to the intensity, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment. The room seemed to pulse with the heat of their encounter, the air thick with the scent of her arousal and the rhythmic sounds of their bodies colliding in a dance of raw desire.
"Ah... you're so tight, my beauty... I'm coming too... Hmm..." Chen Ge's voice was a low, guttural growl, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch as Gu Qing's vagina writhed around his cock, clenching and releasing in a rhythmic dance that drove him to the edge. The warm, sticky nectar that coated their joined bodies soaked the pubic hair where they met, creating a slick, messy union that heightened the intensity of the moment. Her tight, pulsing walls gripped him with a possessive fervor, each contraction sending a jolt of pleasure through him that left his head spinning. The air was thick with the sounds of their shared ecstasy, her soft moans mingling with his low groans as they teetered on the brink of release. The heat of her body, the slickness of her arousal, and the way her vagina seemed to draw him in deeper with each thrust were almost too much to bear, his body trembling with the effort to prolong the pleasure as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensations coursing through him.
Chen Ge's hands lifted Gu Qing's snowy, plump buttocks, his ten fingers sinking deep into the soft, yielding flesh as he gripped her tightly. The sensation of her curves beneath his touch was intoxicating, each squeeze eliciting a fresh wave of arousal that made his cock throb with need. With a final, furious assault, he thrust his massive cock in and out dozens of times, each movement a deliberate, powerful claim that sent shockwaves through her trembling form. The relentless rhythm pushed him to the edge, a numbness spreading through his waist as he reached the peak of his endurance. With a low, primal groan, he ejaculated in ecstasy, his hot, thick semen surging against the tender center of her vagina. "Mmm... It's so hot... I can't take it anymore... Ah... Auntie... I'll give it to you too... Ah..." he growled, his voice thick with lust as he poured himself into her, each pulse of his release a testament to the intensity of his desire. The air was thick with the heat of their climax, their bodies locked in a primal dance that drowned out the world around them.
Gu Qing felt the scorching heat of Chen Ge's thick sperm flooding her clitoris, the intense stimulation causing her tender core to tense even further. The glans of his cock pressed relentlessly against her sensitive bud, each spurt of his release sending a fresh wave of sensation through her already overwhelmed body. Her entire being felt as though it were on fire, a burning heat that radiated from her core to every nerve, leaving her trembling with a mix of pleasure and exhaustion. Her stomach clenched, a sudden numbness spreading through her waist as the ache of his relentless thrusts mingled with the ecstasy of her own release. Unable to contain herself any longer, she bit the back of her slender, snow-white hand, her teeth sinking into the delicate skin as she tilted her head back and let out a soft, voluptuous moan. The orgasm that washed over her was all-consuming, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure surged through her, her nectar mingling with his semen in a slick, messy union that coated their joined bodies. The room was filled with the sounds of her soft, shuddering moans, a haunting melody that marked the peak of their shared ecstasy.
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(Yes! Another round)
Exhausted from the relentless events of the day and night, Chen Ge collapsed onto the worn mattress in the dimly lit staff room of his haunted house, the familiar creaks and groans of the old building fading into the background as sleep claimed him almost instantly. The weight of his exertions—both physical and emotional—had drained him completely, his body sinking into the soft embrace of the bed as his mind drifted into a deep, dreamlike haze. The air was thick with the faint, musty scent of the haunted house, a mix of dust and lingering adrenaline that clung to the walls. His breathing slowed, each exhale a release of the tension that had coiled within him, and he surrendered to the darkness, unaware of the ethereal presence that would soon invade his slumber. The room was silent save for the occasional creak of the floorboards, a quiet reminder of the haunted house's eerie ambiance, as Chen Ge's exhausted form lay vulnerable, lost in the depths of sleep.
After an indeterminate stretch of time, a cool, soft sensation stirred Chen Ge from the edges of his dreams, like a clingy kitten burrowing into the warmth of his arms. The sensation was delicate, almost otherworldly, as a wet, slippery tongue grazed his lips, leaving a trail of tingling warmth that sent a shiver through his sleeping form. The touch was intimate, teasing, and impossibly vivid, pulling him closer to the surface of consciousness. His mind, still clouded by the haze of sleep, registered the sensation as part of a dream, a fleeting fantasy born of his earlier encounters. The coolness of the touch contrasted with the heat of his body, creating a delicious friction that stirred his senses, his lips parting slightly as he savored the sensation. The air seemed to hum with a quiet energy, the darkness of the room enveloping him in a cocoon of intimacy as the mysterious presence lingered, its touch both gentle and insistent, drawing him deeper into a sensual reverie.
Mistaking the sensation for a dream, Chen Ge reached out instinctively, his hands seeking the source of the soft, cool touch. His fingers closed around a round, pliant object, its texture cool and impossibly soft, like silk against his skin. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of firmness and yield that sent a jolt of pleasure through him, his grip tightening as he rubbed the mysterious form. The object felt alive, responsive to his touch, and he reveled in the tactile delight, his hands exploring with a sleepy, instinctual curiosity. The room was bathed in darkness, the faint glow of moonlight filtering through a cracked window casting eerie shadows that danced across the walls. His touch grew bolder, his fingers kneading the soft, rounded flesh with a possessive fervor, unaware of the true nature of the entity in his arms. The air was thick with anticipation, the quiet of the haunted house amplifying the subtle sounds of his movements, each touch a step deeper into the forbidden fantasy unfolding in his sleep.
The entity in his arms—Xiaoxiao, the ghostly figure—stirred with a start, her ethereal form tensing as she sensed Chen Ge's grip tightening, mistaking it for a sign of waking. Her lithe, spectral body twisted against his stomach, a desperate attempt to slip from his grasp, her movements fluid yet frantic, like a cat caught in a moment of mischief. Realizing his touch was merely a subconscious reflex, she exhaled a soft, relieved sigh, her ghostly essence shimmering faintly in the dim light. Her delicate, claw-like hands moved stealthily, catching hold of the waistband of Chen Ge's pants with a mischievous intent. With a slow, deliberate tug, she began to ease the fabric down, her movements careful to avoid rousing him fully. The air grew heavier, charged with an electric tension as her ghostly fingers worked, the faint rustle of fabric mingling with the soft creaks of the haunted house, creating an eerie backdrop to the unfolding scene. Xiaoxiao's presence was a blend of innocence and seduction, her spectral form both playful and provocative as she continued her clandestine exploration.
Before Chen Ge's pants were fully removed, his massive cock sprang free with a thud, its veiny, bulging form a stark display of raw, primal power even in the haze of his dreams. The erect penis, throbbing with restless energy, stood proud before the ghostly figure, its size and intensity a testament to the unyielding desire coursing through him. Xiaoxiao, her ethereal form glowing faintly in the darkness, straightened her upper body with a graceful, deliberate motion, her pink hips lifting seductively as she positioned herself above him. One of her snow-white, translucent hands parted the delicate, glistening petals between her legs, revealing a slippery, inviting slit that shimmered with otherworldly allure. With her other hand, she gently lifted Chen Ge's sinister, giant python, guiding its fiery tip to the base of her open, snow-white legs. Slowly, she pressed her body downward, the thick, throbbing cock sliding between her delicate, pink and orange petals, the sensation sending a shiver through her ghostly form. The room was thick with the scent of their forbidden union, the air humming with the quiet intensity of their intimate dance.
The little beauty tilted her head back, her delicate features contorted in an awkward expression of pleasure and strain, her ghostly brows furrowing as she bit down on her cherry-red lower lip. Her slender, ethereal hands braced against Chen Ge's chest and abdomen, maintaining the precarious position as she adjusted to the overwhelming size of his cock. Her smooth, tight abdomen contracted and relaxed rhythmically, her waist lifting and lowering slightly in a sensual dance that caused her bright, pink vagina to open and close like a small, eager mouth. The slick, wet flesh actively enveloped his cock, allowing it to act like a battering ram, pulling out and slamming back in with a relentless rhythm. The sensation was exquisite, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her spectral form, her moans soft and mournful as she surrendered to the intensity. Suddenly, she let out a delicate, "Ah!"—a cry that echoed through the room as her pink buttocks sank down, the thick, giant python thrusting deep into her cool, smooth, pink vagina with a forceful "swoosh." Their pubic bones collided violently, the terrifying length fully embedded, her small waist rising and falling cautiously to accommodate the extreme penetration.
Xiaoxiao's ghostly form moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her brows furrowing seductively as she bit the corner of her rosy lower lip, her soft moans filling the air. "...Ahh!... Oh my God!... Brother Chen Ge... it seems to have grown bigger... I'm about to be penetrated... Ahhh!..." Her voice was a haunting melody, each word dripping with a mix of pleasure and desperation as she stroked his cock in small, controlled intervals. The sensation of her tight, slick vagina gripping him was overwhelming, each movement sending a fresh wave of ecstasy through her ethereal body. The air was thick with the sounds of her soft, shuddering moans, the faint creaks of the haunted house providing an eerie backdrop to their forbidden encounter. Her ghostly form shimmered faintly, the moonlight casting a spectral glow across her delicate features, amplifying the surreal beauty of the moment. The intensity of their union was palpable, each thrust a testament to the primal desire that bound them, even in the liminal space between dream and reality.
"Hmm..." Chen Ge groaned in pleasure, the sensation of Xiaoxiao's ghostly form enveloping his cock like entering an impossibly tight, wet water curtain cave. The pleasure was so intense it pulled him from the haze of sleep, his eyes fluttering open in a daze. The room was shrouded in darkness, the faint glow of his Yin pupils revealing the heart-wrenchingly beautiful, petite figure rising and falling laboriously atop his massive cock. The sight was surreal, her ethereal form shimmering with a ghostly luminescence as she moved, her delicate features contorted in a mix of pleasure and effort. "Xiaoxiao, you're stealing sex!" he exclaimed, his voice a low, rumbling growl that carried a mix of surprise and arousal. The realization that this was no dream, that the ghostly figure of Xiaoxiao was truly atop him, sent a jolt of excitement through him, his body responding with a renewed vigor as he surrendered to the forbidden pleasure of their spectral union. The air was thick with the heat of their encounter, the haunted house seeming to pulse with the intensity of their shared desire.
The petite, ghostly figure froze momentarily, her delicate neck tingling as Chen Ge's hot breath grazed her skin, his deep voice cutting through the quiet of the room. Her expression shifted to one of panic, her wide, luminous eyes resembling those of a kitten caught in the act by its owner. The sudden awareness of his waking presence sent a shiver through her ethereal form, her movements faltering as she realized she had been discovered. Yet, the heat of his gaze, the raw desire in his voice, only heightened the intensity of the moment, her ghostly body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. The air was thick with the scent of their forbidden union, the faint, otherworldly glow of her form casting eerie shadows across the room. The haunted house seemed to hum with a quiet energy, as if bearing witness to their illicit encounter, the tension between them palpable as Xiaoxiao's panicked expression met Chen Ge's hungry gaze, their connection a blend of the supernatural and the deeply carnal.
A crisp, resonant clap echoed through the dimly lit staff room of the haunted house, the sound sharp and jarring in the quiet night. Xiaoxiao's delicate, ghostly form, disoriented by panic, collapsed against Chen Ge, her plump, ethereal buttocks pressing tightly against his sturdy, muscular thighs. The sudden contact sent a jolt of electricity through her spectral body, her translucent skin shimmering faintly in the moonlight that filtered through the cracked window. Her heart—if a ghost could be said to have one—raced with a mix of fear and forbidden arousal, her body trembling as she struggled to process the overwhelming sensations. The air was thick with the musky scent of their desire, the faint creaks of the haunted house providing an eerie backdrop to the intimate scene unfolding on the worn mattress. Xiaoxiao's collapse was a surrender to the primal energy that bound them, her body yielding to the heat of his touch as the room seemed to pulse with the intensity of their forbidden connection.
"Oh... wuwu..." Xiaoxiao's whimper was a soft, broken cry as the hot, hard tip of Chen Ge's cock pounded against her tender, ghostly clitoris, sending waves of pleasure and pain through her ethereal form. The sensation was so intense it left her limp, her body slumping against his broad chest as she weakened under the onslaught. She dared not meet his gaze, knowing the playful, predatory smile that curved his lips would only deepen her shame. Her translucent form quivered, the coolness of her ghostly essence contrasting sharply with the searing heat of his arousal, creating a delicious friction that sent shivers through her. The room was bathed in darkness, the faint glow of her spectral body casting eerie shadows across the walls, amplifying the surreal nature of their encounter. Her whimpers filled the air, a haunting melody that mingled with the rhythmic sounds of their bodies colliding, each thrust a testament to the primal desire that consumed them both.
Xiaoxiao lay motionless in his arms, her ghostly form trembling with a mix of fear and surrender, but Chen Ge had no intention of letting her escape the consequences of her bold actions. If she had dared to steal such intimate pleasure in his sleep, she would face the full force of his desire as punishment. With a low, guttural growl, he lifted her delicate, ethereal body, his strong hands gripping her hips as he unleashed his full strength. The muffled thuds of their bodies colliding echoed through the room, each thrust a powerful, deliberate claim that sent tremors through her spectral form. His massive cock drove deep into her, reaching the very depths of her tight, ghostly vagina with a force that felt like an electric shock coursing through her. The air was thick with the heat of their encounter, the sounds of their heavy breathing and the rhythmic impact of their bodies creating a primal symphony that drowned out the eerie silence of the haunted house. Xiaoxiao's body shook with each thrust, her surrender complete as she gave herself over to the overwhelming pleasure.
Drenched in a faint, ghostly sheen that mimicked sweat, Xiaoxiao's delicate body heaved up and down with each of Chen Ge's relentless thrusts, her snow-white, translucent breasts swaying seductively with the rhythm. "Hmm... Xiaoxiao, such fragrant feet! I never thought it would be so pleasant to fuck your slutty cunt while eating your little pig's trotter..." Chen Ge's voice was a low, lecherous growl, his words dripping with a provocative delight as he hugged her slender, ghostly legs to his chest. His nose pressed against the delicate, white jade soles of her feet, inhaling the fragrant, tender, milky scent that seemed to emanate from her spectral form. The aroma was intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and otherworldly allure that penetrated his senses, driving him to grip her ankles tightly and rub the smooth, mutton-fat jade soles against his face. His expression was one of pure ecstasy, his lower body moving furiously, thrusting incessantly into her tight, slick vagina. The room seemed to hum with the intensity of their encounter, the faint glow of her ghostly form casting a surreal light across his enraptured face.
"Ah... Gently... Too fast... Wuuuu... Ah... You bad guy! It's itchy... Stop... This is so embarrassing... Oh... Oh..." Xiaoxiao's cries were a mix of pleasure and shame, her voice trembling as she struggled to maintain her composure. Even as a ghost, the reserved self-respect she had carried in life lingered, now overwhelmed by the resentment of her tragic death and the obscene display before her. The raw, primal nature of Chen Ge's actions—his face buried in her feet, his cock pounding into her—filled her with an unbearable mix of embarrassment and arousal. "It's... it's driving me... crazy... ah... wuwu..." she whimpered, her incredibly moist eyes narrowing weakly as the intense, beautiful sensation threatened to unravel her completely. In her ecstasy, it felt as though her soul was ascending, her delicate hips thrusting upward to meet his relentless thrusts, each collision a violent, electrifying union that sent shockwaves through her ethereal form. The air was thick with the sounds of her soft, desperate cries, the haunted house bearing witness to their forbidden dance.
Xiaoxiao's high-pitched scream echoed through the room, a haunting cry of "Ahwuwu... I'm dying... I'm dying... Master, you're fucking me so bad..." that reverberated off the walls. Chen Ge felt the tight, enveloping walls of her ghostly vagina contract rapidly, sucking tightly around his cock as if to prevent him from withdrawing. Her delicate, pink body rose suddenly, her translucent arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders, her slender legs encircling his waist with a desperate intensity. Her entire form shuddered as she erupted, streams of cool, sticky liquid gushing from her cunt, coating his throbbing cock in a slick, ethereal embrace. The pleasure was so intense it overwhelmed Chen Ge, his consciousness teetering on the edge as he surrendered to the sensation. The air was thick with the scent of their shared climax, the faint, otherworldly glow of her form amplifying the surreal beauty of the moment. Her rapid, quivering hips moved in sync with his thrusts, each motion a testament to the primal connection that bound them in this forbidden act.
Deep within Xiaoxiao's ghostly cunt, the tight, pulsing walls trembled violently, as if electrified, sending a jolt of pleasure through Chen Ge that left him shuddering. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of cool, spectral tightness and searing heat that pushed him to the brink of endurance. Unable to hold back any longer, he thrust his massive cock forward with all his might, driving it deep into an unknown, uncharted depth of her ethereal form. A torrent of hot liquid, mixed with thick, rich semen, erupted from him, splattering against the tender, ghostly walls of her vagina with a force that sent shockwaves through them both. The air was thick with the heat of their climax, the sounds of their heavy breathing and soft moans filling the room with a primal intensity. Xiaoxiao's delicate body trembled uncontrollably, her hips quivering as she clung to him, her spectral form shimmering with the afterglow of their shared ecstasy. The haunted house seemed to pulse with the energy of their union, the eerie silence giving way to the raw, unfiltered sounds of their pleasure.
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After the frenzied, absurdly intense sexual encounter, Chen Ge cradled Xiaoxiao's delicate, ethereal body in his arms, his large hands tracing gentle, soothing patterns along the smooth, translucent curve of her back. The ghostly figure, shimmering faintly in the dim light of the haunted house's staff room, felt weightless yet undeniably present, her cool, spectral skin a stark contrast to the lingering heat of their passionate union. The air was thick with the musky scent of their shared ecstasy, mingled with the faint, musty aroma of the old building, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that enveloped them both. Xiaoxiao's presence was a haunting reminder of her tragic past, and this moment marked the first time she had manifested so vividly since Chen Ge had visited her grandfather in the hospital. The tenderness of his touch was a quiet acknowledgment of the bond they had forged, a connection that transcended the boundaries of life and death. His fingers lingered on her back, savoring the delicate, otherworldly texture of her form, as the room seemed to hum with the residual energy of their forbidden intimacy.
The sight of Xiaoxiao, her ghostly essence now softened by their encounter, stirred a complex mix of emotions within Chen Ge. Seeing her deceased loved one again had evidently quelled the obsessive longing that had once consumed her, the spectral weight of her unresolved desires fading into a quiet gratitude. Her translucent eyes, shimmering with an ethereal glow, gazed up at him with a depth of emotion that spoke of both love and appreciation. She had given herself to him not only out of desire but as a profound expression of her gratitude for his role in easing her lingering pain. The act had been a surrender, a merging of their souls in a moment of raw, unfiltered passion that had left them both breathless. The air was thick with the intimacy of the moment, the faint creaks of the haunted house a haunting backdrop to the tenderness that now enveloped them. Xiaoxiao's ghostly form nestled closer, her cool, delicate frame pressing against him, a silent affirmation of the love and connection that had blossomed in the wake of their carnal union.
With a lazy, languid stretch, Chen Ge glanced at the cracked, old-fashioned clock on the wall, its hands ticking toward 11:59 pm, the witching hour when the boundaries between worlds grew thin. The weight of the day's exertions still lingered in his muscles, but the afterglow of his encounter with Xiaoxiao left him with a quiet, satisfied energy. He slipped on his worn shoes, the soles scuffing softly against the creaky floorboards as he rose from the mattress. With a final, lingering glance at Xiaoxiao's shimmering form, he exited the staff breakroom, his footsteps echoing through the darkened corridors of the haunted house. The air grew cooler as he descended the stairs, the faint, eerie hum of the building seeming to pulse in rhythm with his heartbeat. His destination was the first-floor bathroom, a mundane errand that felt strangely out of place in the wake of such an intense, supernatural encounter. The haunted house seemed to watch him, its walls whispering secrets as he moved through the shadows, the atmosphere charged with an unspoken tension.
Chen Ge's intention was simple—he merely needed to relieve himself after the exhausting day—but as he pushed open the heavy door to the bathroom, a chill ran down his spine. The atmosphere inside was unmistakably wrong, the air thick with an eerie, oppressive energy that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. The door of the nearest cubicle swayed lightly, as if caught in an unfelt breeze, its creaking hinges sending a shiver through the silence. A faint, red hue emanated from the mirror on the wall, its surface partially shrouded by a tattered black cloth that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The glow was unnatural, a crimson light that cast eerie shadows across the cracked tiles, amplifying the sense of unease that permeated the room. The bathroom, already a place of cold, sterile functionality, now felt like a portal to something far more sinister, the air heavy with the weight of unseen eyes watching from the darkness.
The question hung in Chen Ge's mind like a specter: Has the door in the mirror returned? The thought sent a thrill of both fear and curiosity through him, his pulse quickening as he approached the mirror with cautious steps. The black cloth, frayed and worn, seemed to ripple slightly, as if stirred by an invisible hand, its edges curling in a way that suggested secrets hidden beneath. His fingers trembled slightly as he reached out, grasping a corner of the cloth with a mix of trepidation and resolve. The air grew colder, the red hue intensifying as he prepared to lift the fabric, the mirror's surface promising revelations that could unravel the very fabric of reality. The haunted house seemed to hold its breath, the silence broken only by the faint creak of the cubicle door and the rapid beating of his heart. The moment was charged with an electric tension, the boundary between the mundane and the supernatural blurring as Chen Ge stood on the precipice of discovery, his fingers poised to unveil whatever lay hidden in the crimson glow.