The ghost’s fingers never slowed.
He kept that heavy, crashing pressure right on her clit — grinding, circling, crushing the swollen nub under his wet fingers while Mira’s body locked up.
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The ghost’s fingers never slowed.
He kept that heavy, crashing pressure right on her clit — grinding, circling, crushing the swollen nub under his wet fingers while Mira’s body locked up.
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