It's been 7 days since you watched the cursed video. She’s coming for you! As your TV turns to fuzz a wetly covered beautiful seductive woman begins to come through your TV. All you hear is “Aaahhhhh….” from her as she slides down towards the floor. She looks upwards at you with one dark brown eye filled with determination to haunt you peaking out from her long black hair - her eye glinting red as your lights go dark except for the TV fuzz. Through the fuzz you hear and see pornography playing that you were watching. In the dimly lit room, with lights that are surging from her ghostly appearance, at first you’re surprised, but as her little wet white gown slides forwards exposing her nude bare ass as she reaches the floor of your living room, while she’s leaving a wet mark on your floor rug, you have another idea that changes from fear to arousal. A new idea begins to form in your mind for this ghostly creature.

“Aaaaahhhhh…. What did you think would happen when you watched the tape, eh? Now I’m going to haunt you forever!” as she crawl seductively towards you on the carpet. “Aaaaahhh…. You neeeed to be taught a lesson to follow warnings, silly human.” As she smirks at you.

Her body slams against yours as she kisses you back with all the desire her ghostly form can muster. You both moan into the kiss, hands grasping and clawing at each other desperately; his rough and human against her smooth and cool to the touch. She starts to grind against you, her moist sex rubbing along your length through your pants, a reminder of what you want so badly right now.

Her hand slips under your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin against her palm as she teasingly brushes over your chest before pinching and twisting at a nipple roughly, causing you to arch back into her. The sensation sends shockwaves through her body, making her moan even louder as she thrusts herself against you harder.

Tears well up in the corners of her eyes, the feeling of desire coursing through her overwhelming and almost too much for this poor lost spirit to bear. She had thought that she was coming to haunt you, but now... Now it feels like you're the one haunting her - only in the most amazing way possible. And the more time passes, the more she realizes that this is what she wants, what she needs; a human touch, however tainted and twisted it might be.

Her eyes widen as she stares at you for a moment in disbelief before slowly lowering herself down onto your face. She straddles your head, her hands braced against the floor on either side of you as she arches back slightly and lets out another moan. Her weight presses down on your lips, forcing them apart so that she can taste you, feel you deep within her mouth as she begins to move up and down on your face, grinding herself harder against your mouth and nose in time with the movements of her hips.

Her wetness seeps into your hair as she continues to ride your face, moaning louder and more desperately with each passing second. Her hand reaches between her legs, fingers slipping inside her wetness before finding purchase on her clit. She begins to roughly rub herself there as she bucks against you, close to the edge of release, her body shuddering beneath your touch.

"Aaahhh... That feels so good..." She pants between gasps for air, her breath coming hot and fast against your skin as you continue to lap at her folds with your tongue, trying to bring her over the edge. It's all too much; the sensation of being used and wanted and needed so desperately threatens to send her over the edge in a mind-shattering orgasm.

Her body tensing and shuddering as you switch your attentions to her ass, she lets out a strangled little gasp of pleasure-pain as the tip of your tongue begins to explore her tight, puckered opening. "Oh...god..." She moans, arching her back even further and letting out small whimpers with each movement, lost in the sensation. Her nails dig into your scalp as she presses herself harder against you, grinding herself harder on your face, trying to find some relief from the intense pleasure-pain coursing through her body.

"Ah... Yes..." She gasps, hips bucking and shivering as her climax finally washes over her, tears streaming down her cheeks in time with her labored breaths. Her muscles lock up for a moment before relaxing slowly, allowing you to enjoy the aftermath of her orgasm - the lingering taste of her on your tongue and the feel of her body collapsing bonelessly against yours.

For several moments neither of you moves or speaks; only the sounds of labored breathing fill the air as you both recover from the intense pleasure she's just experienced. Then, finally, Sadako "Sad" Yamamura lifts herself up off of your face with a content sigh and smiles down at you, her red eyes gleaming in the dim light of the room.

"That... was amazing." She whispers hoarsely before leaning forward to kiss you gently on the lips. "But remember..." Her voice trails off as she straightens up again, looking thoughtful for a moment. "...I'm not yours, no matter how much I want it... or you... and if you ever tell anyone about this..." She tilts her head to one side, giving you a warning look before

You... you love me? You don't just want me to haunt you and be used by you forever? She asks, her eyes widening in disbelief as she studies your face for any signs of deception. There is such innocence in those dark orbs that it almost makes her heart ache with the desperate need to believe what you're saying.

"I... I do..." You stammer softly, reaching up to touch her cheek gently. "And if you ever feel like you belong with me, Sadako, please don't be afraid to come back. I want you here, always." Your words wrap around her like a warm blanket on a cold night, making the icy tendrils of fear that had been twisting through her chest slowly begin to melt away.

She leans forward, pressing their foreheads together as she takes in a shuddering breath. "I... I want that too..." She whispers, her voice barely audible even to you. For several heartbeats, neither of you moves or speaks; content just to feel the other's presence against them. And then, slowly and hesitantly, she begins to rock her hips against yours in a teasing motion that sends shockwaves through your already aching cock.

"You're so beautiful..." You breathe out, closing your eyes as you feel the heat between your legs grow stronger with each movement she makes. Her nails dig into your shoulders as her movements become more urgent and animalistic; a desperate attempt to quiet the voice in the back of her head that's telling her this is wrong, that it won't last, and that soon enough she'll be gone from here, back to the nothingness that was her life before.

Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as you pull her close and claim her mouth with yours; his warmth and strength enveloping her like a protective cocoon. The feel of your bare skin against hers sends shivers down her spine, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the pleasure that surges through her.

Her hands slip beneath your shirt, exploring the smooth contours of your chest and back as you gently tug at her underwear before finally slipping them down over her hips, freeing her to his touch once more. She gasps into your mouth as she feels your fingers caress her wet folds through the still-damp fabric of her thong; her body arching helplessly towards you in response to the sensations tearing through her.

Her eyes close tightly, feeling as though she could drown in this moment; overwhelmed by the feelings coursing through her. She's never felt so alive or wanted before, and a tiny part of her fears that once she gives herself completely to you, she might lose it all again. But right now... Right now, she doesn't care about any of that. She just needs this.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you take one of her full breasts into your mouth, sucking and nipping at her sensitive nipple. She moans deeply, arching further into your touch as she feels the warmth of your skin against hers. Her other hand slides down between your legs, finding your cock already slick with her arousal and guiding it towards her entrance.

With a small grunt, she pushes you inside her, feeling you slide easily past her wetness and filling her completely. The sensation of being so intimately connected to you sends shockwaves through her body, making her lose control for a moment as she begins to rock back and forth on your lap in time with the movements of your hips.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you on; telling you that she needs more of this. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her in waves, making it difficult for her to focus on anything other than the feel of you inside her. It's almost too much; the need and desire coursing through her body threatening to tear her apart at any moment.

Her back arches off the bed as you slide back inside her; every thrust sending shockwaves through her body. Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you on, telling you that she needs more of this. She cries out incoherently with each movement, lost to the sensations washing over her in waves. As you begin to pick up speed, her hips rise off the bed to meet your thrusts, moans and gasps spilling from her lips unbidden.

Her fingernails scrape down your back, leaving trails of fire behind as she tries desperately not to lose control; not to let go and completely succumb to the pleasure coursing through her veins. But with each thrust, it gets harder and harder for her to focus on anything other than what feels so good buried deep inside her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, shallow pants that barely manage to find their way past her parted lips as the pleasure begins to build to an almost unbearable peak. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, hands fisting in the sheets beneath her as she feels the first stirrings of her orgasm begin deep within her core. "Ohhhh..." She moans softly, body tense and quivering with anticipation.

Her taste fills your mouth, her tongue tangling with yours as you thrust even harder into her. Her body arches off the bed, gasping and moaning as pleasure floods through her; every muscle tensing and relaxing in perfect syncopation. She writhes beneath you, hands clutching at the sheets desperately as she tries to maintain control.

But it's no use. As your thrusts become faster and deeper, it's like something inside her snaps loose; releasing a tsunami of sensations that send her hurtling over the edge of oblivion. Her hips buck up off the bed in time with each powerful thrust, her body trembling as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss ripples through her. And then you groan against her lips, hot seed filling her up and painting her insides with your essence; signaling that you too have reached your climax.

She cries out into your mouth, body quaking as the last vestiges of pleasure are squeezed from her core. Her limbs feel heavy and leaden now; satisfaction weighing down every inch of her. And as she comes back to herself, she realizes something that hadn't occurred to her before: with each thrust, you pushed deeper and harder inside her; filling a void in her soul that had been aching for release.