“Your scent is filling my nostrils.” Giving her his hand he helped her sit on the mattress. Kneeling and facing her he embraced her and caressed h...r thigh. Then he slipped his finger into her slit and pressed it against her clit.Irene gasped. She dug her nails into his back. “Too much,” she panted.Martin lay on his back and grasped the base of his shaft. Irene climbed atop him and he guided himself into her. They locked legs and he held her across her shoulders. He began stroking her back.She. She had long brownish-black hair which reached her lower back, and it was always in a bun. She wore round specs and used to wear tight jeans (or yoga pants when it was the evening batch) and t-shirts which highlighted those big boobs. She had curves and fat in all the right places.Coming back to the story, she was a familiar face as we were in the same division in our college. Although we never spoke or anything, I felt relieved that there was someone from my college. I sat next to her and. She was a virgin. Her hands gripped his shoulders. Her small breasts jiggled as she pressed down on his cock. He groaned, feeling her hymen stretch before his dick. His head leaned back. He groaned at the heat of her pussy.Her hymen snapped.“Sayuri-chan!” the ghost cried out as her pussy engulfed his dick.She was so hot and tight, her virgin pussy gripping his cock. She sank down his shaft, her body shuddering. His phone aimed right at her crotch, capturing the supernatural union . His balls. Fuck you. Fuck this.” He keeps up the pace, letting out grunts with each thrust.I feel myself cum. I moan and grunt as waves of pleasure rock over my body. “You shit,” I gasp, each thrust sending another wave. “You utter shit.”My contracting pussy sets him off, and he starts to fuck me more violently as he shudders and groans. I feel his cock start to twitch as a warmness enters me as he cums.“Don’t,” I moan, “don’t cum in my pussy.” But it’s already done and I lay limp. He pumps his cock in.