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Supernaturally Stacked: Dove Plea
August Skye and Lana Smalls are knee-deep in packing tape when they crack open their dusty old spirit board. They giggle like teens who just found their first pack of condoms. One thing leads to another and they decide to take the board back to its birthplace—Placard Manor, where they also swapped their first nervous kiss. The manor looks exactly like they left it: cobwebs, creaky floorboards, zero electricity. They plop down, light a single candle, and start working the planchette. A cold draft rolls in and suddenly Penny Barber is standing there, glowing faintly, tits out, grin wicked. Penny doesn’t waste time on introductions. She grabs August’s shirt, yanks it open, and buries her face between those heavy brown breasts. August moans, low and throaty, while Lana watches, already tugging her own top off to free her small, perky nipples. Penny’s cold hands slide down Lana’s stomach, slip under her waistband, and two ghostly fingers sink straight into her pussy. Lana’s hips jerk; the spirit’s touch feels like ice and fire at once. Clothes disappear fast. August ends up on her back, legs spread, Penny’s tongue flicking over her clit while Lana straddles August’s face and grinds. Fingers, tongues, and spirit energy twist together until the three of them are a sweaty, moaning pile on the dusty floorboards. Penny’s spectral tits bounce above them, big and full, while Lana’s tiny handfuls press against August’s softer curves. Every time Penny curls her fingers just right, both living girls gasp and swear they’ll never pack another box again.
August Skye and Lana Smalls are knee-deep in packing tape when they crack open their dusty old spirit board. They giggle like teens who just found their first pack of condoms. One thing leads to another and they decide to take the board back to its birthplace—Placard Manor, where they also swapped their first nervous kiss. The manor looks exactly like they left it: cobwebs, creaky floorboards, zero electricity. They plop down, light a single candle, and start working the planchette. A cold draft rolls in and suddenly Penny Barber is standing there, glowing faintly, tits out, grin wicked. Penny doesn’t waste time on introductions. She grabs August’s shirt, yanks it open, and buries her face between those heavy brown breasts. August moans, low and throaty, while Lana watches, already tugging her own top off to free her small, perky nipples. Penny’s cold hands slide down Lana’s stomach, slip under her waistband, and two ghostly fingers sink straight into her pussy. Lana’s hips jerk; the spirit’s touch feels like ice and fire at once. Clothes disappear fast. August ends up on her back, legs spread, Penny’s tongue flicking over her clit while Lana straddles August’s face and grinds. Fingers, tongues, and spirit energy twist together until the three of them are a sweaty, moaning pile on the dusty floorboards. Penny’s spectral tits bounce above them, big and full, while Lana’s tiny handfuls press against August’s softer curves. Every time Penny curls her fingers just right, both living girls gasp and swear they’ll never pack another box again.