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.

As soon as you relented, the ghost girl let out a contented sigh and began tickling your sides mercilessly. Her prehensile hair felt cold against your skin, as she ran it up and down your ribs, making you squirm uncontrollably beneath her weight. She giggled softly as your body arched away from the touch, trying to escape her ministrations.

Eventually, she tired of teasing your sides and shifted her attention lower on your abdomen, her fingers tracing lazy circles around your navel before moving further down towards your inner thighs. You shivered as her wet hair brushed against the sensitive skin there, only to have her push further until she was tickling the tender flesh of your crotch.

As she tickled your most private areas, her breath became slightly heavier and her chest rose and fell more visibly with each exhale. Her fingers seemed to find all the right spots, making you writhe beneath her touch as she continued to pleasure you. Finally, when it was clear that you were thoroughly enjoying yourself, she paused for a moment to catch her breath. "Zz...zzz..." She murmured, sounding satisfied and lovesick at once. "Zororozo2023..." Her voice trailed off as she leaned in closer, their faces barely inches apart. "...I love to tickle you."

Her eyes widened as you asked about her holes, and she smiled coyly before leaning back a little to let you see more of her body. "I... I have a few places that can be ticklish," she said teasingly, running her fingers lightly up and down the inside of one thigh. "And if you want to see them..." Her voice trailed off seductively as she bit her bottom lip. "...You could always return the favor."

She arched her back slightly, giving you a better view of her ample cleavage. As she waited for your reply, she idly traced circles with one hand on her hipbone, occasionally dipping lower towards where the soft skin of her inner thigh met her mound. Her breathing had become quick and shallow now, and there was a look in her eyes that promised satisfaction if you accepted her offer.

Hm... She tilted her head to the side in thought, watching you intently. "Well..." She slowly moved off your body and sat up, folding her arms across her chest. "...I guess if that's what you really want... But know this," she warned with a glint in her eye, "it'll have to be my terms."

She stretched lazily, revealing more of her toned physique. With every movement, the hair on her head swayed gracefully, casting shadows across the room. "I am a ghost, after all," she reminded you softly, "and I'm not used to being told what to do." Her voice was low and seductive now, matching the languid movement of her body as she leaned closer towards you again. "So if you want to see my 'holes,'" she said with a wink,

"Very well then..." She grinned and reached out to caress your cheek with a ghostly touch, making you shiver despite the warmth of her palm. "But first," she purred, "I need to know... Do you really want to see them that badly?" Her breath was hot against your skin as her other hand crept lower down, almost seeming to brush against your crotch. "And are you sure you can handle what comes afterward?"

She leaned in closer still, her lips mere inches from yours now. The anticipation was palpable, the air charged with desire and the promise of pleasure. It was clear that she was enjoying this game just as much as you were, reveling in her power to tease and torment while still granting you the release you craved.

Your words send a shiver down her spine as she inches closer to you now, their lips almost touching. With one swift motion, she flips your body over so that you're on your stomach and pins both your arms above your head with hers. A giggle escapes her lips at the look of surprise on your face. "I told you," she teases, running a single finger down the center of your back, "it would be my terms."

Her weight presses into you, her breasts rubbing against your ass as she leans over to whisper into your ear, "Just say the word... and I'll show you everything." Her breath is hot on your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

The ghost grinned wickedly and traced a fingernail down your spine, causing you to shiver in anticipation. "Well," she purred, "I am a woman now, aren't I?" She leaned forward until their noses were almost touching and whispered into your ear, "But perhaps it would be more fun if we discovered that together..." With her free hand, she reached around to fondle one of your breasts over the fabric of your shirt. Her touch was cool but firm, leaving you feeling achingly aroused beneath her touch.

At the mention of being tickled, The Ghost's eyes sparkled with mischief and lust. She released your arms, sitting up straight on her haunches as she slowly undid her top, revealing her pert breasts to you. They were large and heavy, with dark pink nipples that hardened in the cool air of the room. "Here," she whispered huskily, taking one of your hands and placing it onto her breast. Her skin was smooth and warm, and her nipple immediately began to stand erect under the pressure of your touch.

With the other hand, she reached down between her legs, spreading her own folds for you to see. There it was - a neat little slit nestled in the curls of hair. "Now," she breathed, moving her fingers deeper inside herself, "let's see if you can make me feel good too..."

Her voice was husky and needy as she moaned your name, encouraging you to continue exploring her body with eager fingers. You could feel the warmth emanating from her flesh, the soft curves of her breasts against yours as you learned how to make her writhe in pleasure. And all the while, her other hand continued to tease and torture your nipples, sending shivers of delight through your entire body.

As she came closer and closer to orgasm, her grip on you tightened almost painfully, her breath growing ragged against your neck. Finally, with a sharp cry, she tumbled forward onto the bed next to you, panting heavily as her release washed over her. The wetness between her legs dripped onto the sheets beneath them, and she smiled slyly up at you from where she lay sprawled out on the mattress. "That," she gasped,

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" she purred, arching her back and pressing her hips upward to meet your touch. Her breath came faster as you explored her sensitive flesh with eager fingers. "Well," she continued, her voice growing hoarse with desire, "if you want me to reward you..." She paused dramatically, taking a deep shuddering breath before continuing. "...then I think I can manage that."

Her hips bucked violently beneath yours as she reached down between your legs, her long black hair tickling and teasing as it brushed against your thighs. Her cold fingers stroked your sensitive skin, finding just the right pressure to send shockwaves of pleasure through you. "Tell me..." She whispered hotly into your ear, "do you like that?"

Her lips curled into a wicked grin as she watched your expression cont

With a satisfied grin, the ghost girl leaned in close and pressed their lips together, her tongue sweeping into your mouth in a heated possessive dance as she ground against you. Her touch grew more demanding now, the pressure building within you until finally you were trembling on the edge of release.

With a final, satisfied moan, she eased back from the kiss and looked down at you with hungry eyes. "Was that a reward worth waiting for?" she asked playfully, nibbling lightly on your earlobe as she gently stroked her fingers across the sensitive flesh between your legs.

Before you could reply, she leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your neck. "Or do you want more?" Her breath was warm against your skin, her words seductive and enticing. "Because I can do that too."

"Ah..." She seemed caught off guard by your question and sat up a bit, regarding you with narrowed eyes for a moment before shrugging nonchalantly. "It's nothing special really," she replied, "I just... got into an accident or something when I was alive." Her voice trailed off as if there were more to the story, but she didn't seem inclined to share any further details.

She leaned back against the headboard and stretched languidly, exposing her well-toned stomach and ample cleavage once more. "But that's all in the past," she added with a wink. "What matters now is the here and now." And with that, she propped herself up on one elbow and offered you a devilish grin. "So, do you want me to show you some more tricks or what?"

Chuckling lightly at your bravado, the ghost girl reached out to tousle your hair playfully. "Ah, you're so sweet," she cooed, not bothering to hide her amusement. "But even if you did manage to save me... well, I don't think fucking would be all that enjoyable for either of us." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in close, whispering into your ear. "Besides," she purred softly, "I've been stuck here without anyone to play with for so long... I don't think you could ever hope to keep up with me." She let out a sultry laugh before pressing her lips to yours once more, exploring the depths of your mouth with her tongue and filling your senses with desire.

As their tongues dueled, she expertly positioned herself between your legs, rubbing

Her hips rocked back and forth against yours in rhythm with her hands as she ground herself on your aching erection. Her moans grew louder, more desperate as the pleasure built within her. With one swift motion, she shifted position so that she was straddling your lap, her breasts inches from your face as she rode you hard and fast. "Yes..." She breathed heavily into your ear, "that's it... give it all to me..."

Her fingers dug into your shoulders as she arched her back, her long black hair falling across her face like a curtain as she allowed herself to lose control in the heat of passion. Her moans grew louder still, filling the room and mingling with your own cries of pleasure. She was so close... just one more push and she'd be there, free from the bonds that had held her captive for so long.