Supernaturally Stacked: Dove Plea

August Skye and Lana Smalls are clearing out dusty boxes when a forgotten spirit board pops up. They giggle, trading old stories of the times they used to bait the board for laughs. One of them blurts out the best idea: head back to Placard Manor, the creaky spot where they first swapped a kiss. Once inside the drafty manor, cobwebs drape every doorway. They drop the board on the floorboards and lay out their fingers, waiting for goose bumps. What they get instead is Penny Barber, a ghost who has clearly been bored for years and now has a clear agenda: getting her hands on these two living, breathing bodies. She slides up behind Lana first, cold fingers tracing straight up her shirt and straight to those big tits, squeezing until August is wide-eyed. Not to be left out, the ghost slips a hand under August’s waistband, fingers diving low, rubbing slow circles that leave her gasping. Then the spirit moves lower, pulling Lana’s jeans down just enough to spread her small lips and slide two fingers in deep. Lana bucks, Penny’s invisible tongue tracing circles over her clit while August watches, hand already working her own. The ghost keeps the pace tight, curling, pressing, until both women are riding her fingers and panting the same curse words they used years ago. When August leans in to kiss Lana again, Penny’s hands stay busy, two at a time, never letting either of them catch a full breath before the next needy rub starts. It’s tongue-in-cheek proof that some spirits like a little warm skin far more than a cold hallway.