A small town is washed in grey remnants of daylight as the sun sets. The local graveyard stands ominously at the end of a quiet street. Walking confidently towards it, a goth slut named Ashlynn, her dyed red hair is tied in pigtails and her pleated mini skirt barely covers her plump ass and thighs. Her bouncy D-Cup tits almost spill out of her tight low cut vest top, a silver cross shaped charm on the front of the top's hemline noticeably moves with her boobs as she walks.
Ashlynn tussles with the old rusted gate of the graveyard, almost falling over in her chunky platforms, before opening it and going inside. A bench sits at the back of the graveyard behind the church. Ashlynn sits down and pulls a pack of Marlboro Gold out of her black leather purse embellished with rhinestones skulls. The air gets colder and Ashlynn takes note, remembering the local ghost stories about this place.
Girls walking through and being groped, sudden gusts of wind blowing up their skirts and exposing their panties. Ashlynn had always been fascinated by the supernatural and the idea of being fucked by ghosts made her soak through her black lacey thong. Her eyes scanned the graveyard expectantly. When nothing seemed to happen she turned around and knelt on the bench with her fishnet covered ass almost fully exposed from under her mini skirt. The bench creaked under her as she leant forward on the back of the bench and arched her back; her hand crept under her mini skirt and over the band of her fishnet tights. She started to gently rub her pussy through her thong, starting to softly moan. She didn't know she was being watched.
Two suspiciously pale men are standing behind her, leering and rubbing their erections just out of sight. The two men are ghosts, Paul and Jackson. Killed in a fatal accident in the 90s and now subjected to an afterlife with raging hardons and rarely anyone around to satisfy them, they resorted to harassing any girls who passed through the remote graveyard. Unfortunately all of the girls would get spooked and leave quickly after having her ass smacked and turning around to see no one, but this goth whore seemed slutty and willing to get used by rock hard ghost cocks.
The two men exchanged knowing looks before quickly approaching Ashlynn and making a beeline for her thick ass. Ashlynn screams in shock when Paul's icy cold hand hits her ass. Hard.
Ashlynn is roughly pulled off the bench mid-shriek and met with two solid ghost cocks.
"Fuck, you have no idea how long it's been since we got to use a hot slut like this." Jackson says through gritted teeth, frantically fiddling with the belt on his baggy jeans. His erection is immediately obvious, almost smacking Ashlynn in the face.
Jackson grabs the back of her head and shoves her face first into his clothed boner.
"Mm, you're so warm." He jeers as he slowly moves his hips up and down, rubbing her face against his cock. Pre cum is already oozing from his tip and soaking through his boxers.
Ashlynn closes her eyes and starts to tongue the wet patch. It's faintly salty, but mostly tastes of dusty fabric.
