Layla’s a Ghost Fucker

There’s not too much that scares me. I think my mind works overtime and I end up looking too far into the situation. The other night I was visited by a ghost and I was not what he was expecting. I was already having a pretty fucked up day so I was evil Layla. I was sexually frustrated and hungry and I just didn’t want to be bothered overall. Then this ghostly bastard decides he wants to come out and play. I was definitely not in the mood for this shit. My pussy was throbbing and I needed a huge cock in my life like immediately. I think I scared him by not being scared. I was too tired for the bullshit and told his ghost ass straight up, either he was gonna give me some of that ghost cock or he was gonna have to find another bitch to fuck with. I don’t play when it comes to pleasing my juice box. Picture trying to fuck a ghost. I could only feel a cool wind over me but I must say with a little wine and imagination we got the job done. I try to be as nice as I can but I’m nobody’s punk. Ghost or not it was all about me. That’s the way I like it.

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