Ama's Paranormal band aid 2 : Calidris canutus

Ama after her experience in her new planetary house. get a junkie.

Addicted to paranormal sex.

It took her a few workweek of digging but she believed she found another haunted positioning that would become her ... needs.

She found an abandoned road where many cleaning lady have claimed they were raped by a confederate ghost.

She did research and found out a partner in crime whole was attacked by general Sherman located by the Mississippi. And one of many clash's.

She studied the geography and found the road was directly on a convergence of lay product line. Telling her this spirit could be extremely powerful, feeding off the free energy of the lay lines.

She saved up for a head trip and headed there immediately.

She decided to weary a pair of leather booty shorts. The incline of them being held together with lace. Her turn shaped butt stuck up a little at the tush. blackamoor sneakers and a tight leather bustier exposing her midriff. Her full ample chest was pressed hard as her cleavage mounded above the bustier. A black lacing choker. Adding red polish on her fully pouty lips and her hair in corn row pigtails. Finally she wore leather kicking with four column inch heels. Black on the outside and red on the soles.

It took her a piece to find, most of it had been retaken by the wood. So she parked on the side of the route good of tall grass.

The night was muggy and suffocatingly hot.

The she stayed in her car most of the sentence because the mosquitos were everywhere.

She knew she didn't want to give way up but she wondered how she could get off if she hides in her car.

1 am rolled by when the first lowering cliff of pelting plopped on her car windshield.

Then two.

Then a sudden down pour.

She sighed staring forward blasting death metal. Her gamy beams on to catch a coup d'oeil of the notorious collaborator specter.

3am

She gave a tatty hearable sigh putting down her phone, then.

She saw it.

With a brown and grey uniform, a rifle on the shoulder and a pack.

The trace of a soldier rapist. It stood in the eye of the road. Glaring at her. It's shoulders slumped, soaked. A white dirty face with a porcelain like crack around its left over eye. The eye completely white. The early black. It stared at her with no animation in its typeface, it's head slightly tilted.

She looked down and grabbing her earphone to record it.

She pulled up her phone opening video to see it was gone.

She sighed and placed the telephone set on her dash. Camera facing up and left recording.

She opened her car threshold peering around for the apparition.

Her heart was pumping out of excitation and lust, but also fear. This was the start time she had ever seen a full bodied apparition.

She immediately got drenched in the warm heavy rainwater. The air made harder to breath in the flood like pelting and suffocating heat.

She slowly walked around her room access with her death metallic element band Ectoplasma roaring in the rain.

As the rain poured on her, sliding down her bubbly cleavage and face. She took a undivided stair past her car door when the rain suddenly got got.

An invisible force turned her and pushed her toward her car. She felt a hand at her neck shove her John L. H. Down. She breathed easier in the cold rainfall, her bust pressed against the hood. Feeling a hand holding her head down.

She felt something leaning on her back and a breathing space on her cervix. Every single one of her nerves were one edge.

"Squawk you Squaw."She heard a raspy voice say.

Her eyes darted to the side catching a coup d'oeil of the soldiers rigid porcelain like features pulling back out of sight.

The imperativeness lifted from her frame as she felt a clayey smack on her ass over and over. Hard and painful.

She could feel her kitty-cat getting hot as she lightly gyrated her hips.

She felt a tug at the position of her swag shorts.

Then a Yank that ripped the garment off of the bent over babe.

"Fuck you whore !"She heard a distant growl say as a spectral manus slapped the bottom of her exposed athletically round butt cheek. Her red lace thong leading a stream of rain between her ample ass cheeks. Her other cheek a deep red.

She felt the pressure on her drumhead release. She lifted her body arching her back staying hang over. Her cleavage nearly busting from her bustier.

She felt her thong being moved over her round ass.

As she felt a pair of hands seized her impertinence with a wide grip.

She gasped feeling a insensate face mechanical press against her private parts. She glanced over her shoulder seeing her ass cheeks being lifted by its ghostly grasp. Feeling like it was motorboating her pussy. The lightning flashed it there it was. Two scratchy pallid deal seizing and groping her ass spreading her cheeks apart. It's heart looking directly into hers, it's head unnaturally twitching with drumhead tilts dock and movements. It's brass embedded in her between her thighs and cheeks and it was gone as fast as the lightning.

She moaned louder looking forwards. Hanging her chief and leaning on her elbows. As this wet cold mouth deeply and furiously licked and sucked on her pussy.

She gave a low long moan as the rainwater pelted her face looking up.

Suddenly it stopped. She felt it disappear. She slowly looked around still bent over wondering if that was it.

The receiving set went staticy,"*static* Indian *static* WHORE ! *static*"and went back to playing the death metal.

Her head was suddenly pinned back to the lens hood of the car, as she felt the civil war soldiers cold ghostly cock stretchiness her asshole with no warning. She gave a grunt of botheration as her ass stretched out to the suddenly onslaught happening to her ass.

She felt it slap her ass over and over fucking her butt. She quickly began to moan pushing her ass into the shade wagging her butt to and fro.

"Oh fuck ! Oh my god ! You're fucking my ass so ripe !"She cried between her rising moans, one of her hands at her pussy rubbing her clit.

The invisible phallus pumped between her round cheeks which bounced back and Forth with force.

The brutal ass fucking went on for minutes.

The lightning flashed three multiplication as it appeared in the strikes.

It's stale one of its cold abruptly hands lifting her leg onto the strong-armer of the car. It's white clay cock pumping into her tight butt hole.

Gone just as quick. The rim of her ass maw being pushed in and pulled rapidly over and over.

Ama convulsed once grasping for air heavily as an orgasm spilled over her and she felt a stale icy liquid state make full her ass.

The depressed half of her body shuttered as she took coldness breathes. The her body pulsation in pleasure.

Suddenly she felt it grab her hair. Yoking her up by the hair she spun around and was forced to her knees.

She looked up with her eyes, her head tilted just enough to see her lips when looking down.

She was on her knee joint sitting on her feet patiently. Like a good girl.

Her hands on her thighs.

She felt fingers at her jaw when something pressed against her lip. Rimming them slowly. She didn't need a 2nd clue.

She widened her jaw leaving her lips slightly agape.

She felt the thing member sloping trough pass the force per unit area of her red wet pouty lips.

She slowly closed her eyes, advancing her straits forward tilting her header. She felt the force sloping trough over her tongue and down her throat.

She suddenly felt two hired hand yank her pigtails forward.

She knew it was about to go savage again.

Whispers came from all of around her,"squaw"“ slut"“ whore"“ Redskin"

In an split second she was being violently face fucked.

Amas eyes widened as she immediately began choking on the spectral cock.

The violent spirit pulling her head forward pumping into her face. Eight in of the otherworldly peter only being seen by the bulging in her pharynx as it thrust. The lightning flashed once again, the almost zombie looking soldier furiously pumping its almost crystalline pelvis into her. She could see the black St. Mark under the sick anatomy of the trace penis as it slid ferociously under her nose. Her thick wet lips wrapped around it. Her pigtails firmly in its grasp.

She began to turn a bit spicy choking on the cock. Her branch getting a watery when she felt it set off down her throat. Her oculus blanket surface going bloodshot she gulped over and over is pulled out slowly, she felt it pulsate. Not like a humans. But the whole cock throbbed pulse after beat, each throbbing Thomas More of its ghostly honeyed frowsty fluid filled her throat. Feeling it pulling hard on her pigtails. She breathed as the pass left her wind pipage, her tongue sliding along the putz while it pulled out. It yanked her heading back by her cornrow pigtails. A series of lightning strikes flashed and she saw the read/write head of its cock leave her mouth, the thick clear ghostly fluid came on her face and another big load on her busty cleavage. The fluid streamed out of her sassing sticking her spit out wide and flat along her chin. The fluid mixed in with the rain drizzling down her breasts, slightly thicker then the rain. A boneheaded stream of it sliding down her tongue, gasping.

She felt it grasp her hair again, throwing her into the sloppy mud.

She the lightning storm intensified, crackling and booming big H. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the soldier in the lightning sometimes. early fourth dimension not, as it laid on top of her, she felt the weight of this strength as her dead body sank into the mud.

Her breasts sinking all the way into the boneheaded oozing grunge and clay filled mud.

It's hand grabbed her by the haircloth wrapping it's former script around her throat.

Her lacing ruff imprinting with the flesh.

She felt it's member slide in between her asscheeks. Her sizeable troll butt wrapping it.

She felt it pull little further back and then violently thrust back into her ass. She could palpate her cheeks spread from the power. Pressed down by the entity.

She huffed a match of times.

"Good woman of the street"she heard whispered to her.

The cars radio buzzed again,"*static* You're *static*"

"Gon na be my"it growled,

"*static* Prisoner, of war *static*"a news announcer said on the radio before going back into her destruction metal playlist.

As soon as it started the violent apparitions began to viciously ram her crusade asshole.

She got one-half breaths in as it continued to hurtle, her keister pressing down with beastly force. It let go of her hair her grope her plenteous butt.

"Fat, buttocks savage."It growled in hatred, the lightning bringing it in and out of linear perspective vision grabbing handfuls of her house ass. Bouncing it's pelvis on her like a brute.

She felt herself cumming harder then the car. Her unharmed body felt like electric current of pleasure were jolting her as her peg went stiff. The putz didn't stop at all feeling it deep in side of her, sliding in and out against her butt cheeks. coldness and firm pressure level as her toes dug into the mud, squeezing it between her toes. She heard an audible loud growl, almost a roar as it started choking her with an Fe grip.

She blinked quickly as her tongue came out trying to cough in between her choking.

Suddenly feeling her climax climax again when thick load of a shade fluid ejected deep in her asshole.

It spun her over lifting her legs, bending them in as it enter her ass again.

Grunting whispers all around her ears as she felt her ass getting smacked and the ghostly phantasm biting the backrest of her sarcoid thigh. Suddenly it spread her legs.

She stared into its centre as it faded in and out of reality. finisher and nearer when it put its moth-eaten dead back talk onto hers. She moaned as it's fluid tongue of energy seemed sometimes half real and half a non existent force-out. Feeling it's last deceleration drive, and conclusion spurts of its ghostlike cum.

Just like that it was gone.

She heaved in the rain shakily sitting up.

She looked around, the entity no where to be seen.

And just as mysteriously as it arrived. The rainwater. Stopped.

She stood up, the battlefront of her body was covered in mud. Her wooden leg were quivering. She slid back into her car and closed the room access before the mosquitos came back out.

She heaved trying to charm her breath.

"wellspring. I'll unpack my tent in the morning. I have a week off after all. ”