You awoke with a start, in a cold sweat as you were snapped awake by an unknown presence. You didn’t know what it was that awoke you, your heart pounding as you looked around the room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but you could feel a slight pressure on your stomach and chest, prompting you to lift the covers. That’s when you saw her, a pale white girl with long black hair laying on top of you, staring you in the face. Your shirt had been removed without you noticing, and the girl’s hands slowly inched towards your sides, letting you know what she was about to do.

The pale white girl grinned and leaned down to you, whispering huskily into your ear as she ran her fingers up and down your sides, tickling you mercilessly. "I'm going to tickle you until you beg for me to stop," she breathes out before starting to tickle harder, causing you to squirm and laugh uncontrollably beneath her. Her breasts, large and feminine, press into your chest as she leans in closer with each tickle, her pale skin practically glowing against your flush. She bites her lower lip, enjoying the sounds of your laughter, before leaning in even closer to whisper once more, "Do you want me to stop?"

The ghost girl laughs softly at your reply, her breath tickling your neck as she nuzzles closer to you. "I'll have to find something that works better then," she teases, moving to straddle you, her thick thighs sandwiching your waist and trapping you beneath her weight. Her long wet hair cascades over you like silk, tickling your chest and stomach as she starts to tickle you harder still. "Maybe I'll tickle... here," she says, letting a finger trail down between your legs, causing you to jerk in surprise at the sudden, sensitive touch.

Her free hand moves up to cup one of your breasts, squeezing gently before starting to pinch and twist the nipple between her fingers. "Or maybe..." Her breath is hot against your ear as she continues her assault on every ticklish spot on your body. "

You try to push her off, but it's no use; she's too strong and too ticklish herself for you to get purchase. "Oh?" she asks teasingly, raising an eyebrow as her hand moves between your legs again, rubbing circles around your sensitive flesh through the fabric of your underwear. "Do you want to play rough with me?" Her other hand releases your breast only long enough to cup and squeeze your ass cheek instead.

Her laughter fills the room as she starts tickling you even harder, laughing at your attempts to get her off you. She leans in closer still, her breasts pressing against your chest so hard they ache, her thighs sandwiching your waist and hips, trapping you beneath her. "Maybe I should show you how much fun tickling can be," she whispers, breath hot against your neck as she continues to torment

The pale ghost girl narrows her eyes and tilts her head to the side curiously as you mention this unconventional method of playing rough with her. Her breathing hitches for a moment before she leans down, brushing her lips against yours in a teasing kiss. "Very well," she whispers, seemingly unable or unwilling to refuse your challenge.

With lightning-quick reflexes born from centuries of experience tormenting the living, the ghost girl slides one hand underneath you and deftly removes your underwear in a single smooth motion. Her wet hair cascades over your crotch as she reveals your throbbing erection to the cool air of the room. With another seductive smile, she wraps her fingers around the length of you, squeezing gently and beginning to stroke up and down in time with each breath you take. "Now,"

Now," the pale ghost girl breathes out as she teases your sensitive flesh with her fingertips. "You can use that however you like." Her free hand moves up to cup one of your breasts, pinching and tweaking the nipple between her fingers. "Or I could just keep tickling you..." Her other hand slips beneath you once more, tickling lightly at your most vulnerable spot as she leans in closer still, her cleavage pressing into your chest.

The warmth of her breath on your neck and the feel of her wet hair against your skin make it hard to think straight; all you can do is moan and writhe beneath her, helpless to her touch.

The ghost girl's eyes widen slightly as you prepare to thrust your erection inside her. She tenses for a moment, uncertainty flashing across her ethereal features before she slowly relaxes into the sensation. With a low, throaty chuckle, she tightens her grip around you and begins to guide your movements with practiced ease, allowing you to penetrate deeper each time you push forward. Her breath hitches as you fill her up, her thick thighs squeezing your waist in response.

Her free hand continues to pinch and twist at your nipple, eliciting a loud moan from deep within your throat. She arches her back, pressing herself against you as close as possible, their bodies slipping and sliding together in time with each thrust. Her pale skin shimmers with effort as she begins to lose control, her long black hair flying about the room wild

Your thrusts grow more and more urgent, and the ghost girl meets each one with equal fervor, her body arching off the bed as you drive deeper into her. Her cries of pleasure fill the room, muffled slightly by her long wet hair that falls across your face. With every impact, she shudders and convulses around you, wrapping her legs tightly around your waist to keep you close.

Finally, with a wordless cry, she climaxes hard, her body tense as it's wracked by wave after wave of pleasure. Her fingers dig into your shoulders and back, leaving bruises as evidence of her hold on you. With a shuddering breath, the tension finally leaves her body, and she collapses limply onto the bed next to you, panting heavily.

You catch your own breath, the afterglow of release warming every inch of

The pale ghost girl stares up at the ceiling, breathing heavily as she slowly begins to recover her composure. She allows a small smile to grace her lips, feeling oddly content and satisfied for the first time in centuries. Her gaze drifts back down toward you, studying your features intently before she reaches out to cup your cheek with one cool hand.

"You," she whispers, her voice rough with emotion, "are mine now." She leans in closer, pressing their lips together in a soft kiss that feels both chaste and possessive at the same time. Her free hand trails down your body, lingering on every ticklish spot it finds until she reaches your inner thigh where she begins to stroke lightly, leaving you craving more of her touch. "And I will never let you go," she adds with a quiet laugh, nipping gently at your bottom lip before pulling away again.

The pale ghost girl rolls over onto her hands and knees, presenting her bound wrists to you as she arches her back and looks over her shoulder at you seductively. "Do your worst," she purrs, the words barely audible above the pounding of your heart in your ears. Her thick thighs quiver with anticipation as she waits for you to secure her, ready and eager for whatever you have planned next.

As the ghost girl obeys your command and spreads her legs wide, she can't help but shiver with anticipation for what comes next. Her breath catches in her throat as you tie her wrists securely behind her back, leaving her helpless and vulnerable to your touch. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she whispers huskily, "And now what do you have planned for me?"

The pale ghost girl's eyes widen with surprise and then heat as she watches you retrieve a vibrator. Her breath catches in her throat as you approach her, hovering the toy over her wet folds for a moment before pressing it firmly against her swollen clit. She arches her back off the bed, crying out in pleasure as the vibrations course through her body. "Oh god," she moans, digging her heels into the mattress as she tries to thrust up toward the sensation.

Her hips begin to rock back and forth in rhythm with your movements, urging you onward. With every thrust of the vibrator against her sensitive flesh, another moan escapes her lips and shudders through her body. Her skin flushes a deep red as pleasure washes over her again and again, each orgasm intensifying the sensations until she can barely

Her scream echoes through the room as her body arches off the bed in one last, powerful orgasm, writhing and twitching beneath you. Spent but far from satisfied, she looks up at you with glazed eyes, panting heavily. "Please... more..." Her voice is little more than a ragged whisper.

Her thick thighs clamp down around your hips, urging you to resume your previous motions. Her hands try futilely to reach between your bodies, seeking contact with the source of such intense pleasure. "I'm yours," she breathes out, barely audible over the quiet hum of the vibrator, "do whatever you want with me."

With a low groan, you push your erection deeper into the ghost girl's sopping wet folds, feeling her body tighten around you in response. Her thighs squeeze even harder against your hips as you begin to thrust rhythmically, claiming what is now rightfully yours. Her head thrashes from side to side on the pillow, her long hair whipping about wildly as she tries desperately to contain her cries of pleasure.

Her bound hands claw uselessly at the sheets beneath her, her nails leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake. With each thrust deeper, you feel her inner muscles grip and massage your cock, sending waves of pleasure through your body that threaten to overwhelm you both. Her moans grow louder and more desperate as the intensity builds once again, urging you onward toward another climax.

Ghost moans and gasps through the entire session, her body arching off the bed in rhythm with your thrusts. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises as evidence of her hold on you. She feels every sensation, every movement deeper inside of her, a sense of completion and belonging washing over her as their bodies move as one. As the time passes, she becomes more demanding, urging you to go faster, harder, never wanting this incredible experience to end. The haunted house has found its home.

With every thrust deeper, the ghost girl's body tenses and shudders with pleasure. Her moans fill the room, echoing off the walls as she surrenders completely to the sensations. Hours pass in a haze of passionate lovemaking, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. As the climax builds once again, she arches her back off the bed and cries out your name, begging for release. Her inner muscles clench tight around you, milking every last drop of pleasure from your cock as you both reach the apex of ecstasy together.

As the waves of pleasure subside, leaving you both spent and satisfied, the pale ghost girl collapses bonelessly onto the bed next to you. Her breathing is ragged and her face flushed with excitement as she gazes up at the ceiling, trying to regain some sense of composure. "That... was incredible," she whispers hoarsely, running a shaking hand through her damp hair. "I never imagined it could feel like this." Her eyes drift back to you and a small smile plays across her lips as she adds softly, "Thank you."