Well the night surely slipped by my side like my life and these motherfuckers surely were pretty loud and surely neither of them invited me, the poor soul to have like 3 sum of anything like that, surely these creeps won't get peace, well so in morning I quickly started to bath but strangely, my shower, had some strange issue today, as while I was covered with soap's bubble, the water started to came red more like blood and even the smell started to reek, seeing it, I sighed as because it was clearly a scene where some person might be messing with me and I was't looking for a trouble right now and most importantly, I was fucking naked and I was peacefully just bathing and I was about to start masturbating after clearing soap from my body and now this peace of shit started messing with me, seeing it, surely I knew what kind of dickhead could even attack me this early morning, like seriously, it wasn't even past 8 and these motherfuckers were ready to kick my ass, the one and only the cult people, well sometime I just wonder if these people were just waiting for me to like kick one of their area and they would charge at me like mad dogs, acting as big shots while coming in pretty heavy group to just kill a 20 year old man, just how much people have degraded and judging by the texture of water and the way the water is acting surely it is work of some high level spirits and this time I was thinking about dealing with them myself without calling anyone, well surely most of the people could see what was coming there way but surely I was not able to see it unless, I was ducked by a bitch in my own shower, like she manifested itself right on side and placed her head on my shoulder and spoke " Hey wanna feel the warmth of a woman!" Hearing her words, I surely thought that even this ghost knew that I was just a pervert, so I smiled and grabbed her by her waist and spoke, "Now you tell me, do you want to feel a man's touch on your body even after death?" Hearing my words, her face turned somewhat pale and somewhat pink, and she tried to move me away, but surely I was not someone that could be pushed so easily. So she screamed in disbelief and in panic, "Who are you? How can you touch a spirit like me? There's no fucking way that a mortal like you can touch me. You must be some kind of spirit, so answer me: who are you?" Hearing her words, i pulled her closer and whispered in her ear. "Hey, won't it feel rude to introduce myself before such a beautiful lady? And don't try to run; as you see, I am way too horny because of a few bastards that are my buddies. They literally fucked each other the entire night, and they didn't even invite me, so you see, I am pretty frustrated to even think about anything else but sex, so how about you agree to have sex, and then we can talk about all the boring stuff about why you are in my bathroom and why you were trying to mess with my shower and why you were on my shoulder when I was taking a bath? We can talk about these questions later on. First tell me, did you have sex after dying?" Hearing my words, her eyes turned wide, and she started to behave more like a kid and started to look down and spoke, "Hey, you are making this thing way too casual. I am a spirit, and you can't just ask a spirit such questions. Do you even know how many times I died before? Just why are you even able to touch and see me?" Hearing her words, I realized that surely the woman was still the same, always blabbering about all random stuff. Like just a few moments before, she was asking if I ever felt the warmth of a woman, and when I got turned on and started to participate in this fun, this woman started to tell random stuff. I was like, "Come on, I am just asking for a few hours, not like my entire life. You can have your serious life; I am only interested in sex right now!" So I pulled her closer and brought my lips closer to hers and asked, "Hey, can you speak this much even while you are above me?" Hearing my words, her eyes turned wide while her lips were itching to close the gap, and she whispered, "Well, we have to see about that!" Hearing it, I started to kiss her while groping her boobs and taking her in my embrace and playing with her intimate areas. Feeling such raw and primal closeness, she started to take deep breaths, and feeling my fingers on her intimate areas, her moans started to escape her lips while kissing my lips and trying to guide my hands deeper. Feeling her intentions, I pushed her against the wall in the shower and started to dominantly play with her intimate areas. Soon her body started to react in a pretty lovely manner; her womanhood started to leak while her lips were still trying to squeeze my soul, and I was enjoying every bit of it. Soon, when I felt that she surely was on her edge, I inserted my treasure in and started to play with it in a pretty lovely manner, one movement in and one movement out. Squeezing her tight walls and stretching them to their limits, surely it was pretty intense, but surely she was pretty tight, like despite being dead, she was still this tight. I guess that quote surely wasn't a lie, like, 'The women and alcohol are mostly the same; like, the older they get, the more intoxicating they become!' I was somewhat happy that at least I wasn't using my hand this time, and her insides were way better than my own hands!
