Legend of Cherie DeVille

Emily wants to spice up Halloween but she doesn’t buy any of the ghost stories. Then she stumbles on the Legend of Cherie DeVille and laughs out loud at the idea of raising a ghostly succubus, so of course she tries it. The laugh dies when Cherie’s spirit slams into the room and straight into her body, taking the wheel. Cherie’s in the driver’s seat now, and hungry. She pins Emily’s wrists, shoves the blouse open, and her phantom mouth seals over Emily’s big nipples, sucking hard enough to leave them glistening. Emily gasps, but the shock flips into something worse and better at the same time. Cherie lets go just long enough to hike Emily’s skirt, slip a cool hand between her thighs, and tease the wet heat she finds there. Two fingers slide in smooth; Emily bucks and moans while Cherie finger-fucks her quick and deep, the heel of her hand grinding the swollen clit each time. Then Cherie climbs over, straddling her, slick skin against slick skin, hips rolling so their clits kiss and rub with every thrust. The big finish is the strap-on. Cherie snaps it on like she was born wearing it, lines up, and drives the whole thing home in one firm stroke. She pounds hard, pace savage, one hand at Emily’s throat, the other slapping her ass, never giving the girl an inch. Emily whimpers, feels it, and starts pushing back, greedy. She’s shaking by the time she comes, muttering “again,” and Cherie laughs as she keeps using her new toy the rest of the night.