Darkling_Thrush
Star
- Joined
- Apr 22, 2011
- Location
- Canada
Delia's breathing calmed finally. She slid herself up and down Tom's shaft a few more times, and then leaned back a little. She rested one hand on his chest and looked at him. Drops of water covered her back and face. "So... You're a ghost, then?" she asked at last, feeling all the more crazy for speaking such strange words out loud. Who actually asked a ghost if they were, in fact, a ghost? Was it insensitive? What was the right way of going about this whole situation, anyway? She had a dead man's cock inside her- did that make her a necrophiliac? Delia reached up to move her hair back out of her face, trying to push all those intrusive thoughts out of her mind.