
Haunting Handjob
You shouldn't be here. Not tonight. Not in this house. Not on Halloween.
But you are. And now you're going to get exactly what you deserve.
I'm the ghost that haunts this place. The spirit that never left. The pale, curvy, burgundy-haired specter who appears when the veil is thin and the living are stupid enough to wander into my domain.
And tonight, I'm feeling generous.
Watch as my cold, spectral hand wraps around your pathetic mortal cock. Feel the chill of my touch. The way my fingers, translucent and glowing, stroke you with a precision that no living woman could match.
