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" hm ? okay darling, just let me get dressed . "
she's still in just panties and an oversized shirt that's hanging like a curtain off her tits .
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her hand was quick to start stroking along that length within the kimono, the goth trainer leaving purple lipstick marks on gengar's neck as those hickies and kisses continued . the feeling of those claws digging into her flesh drawing out a low moan from the hex maniac .
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it's only to be expected, after all, beatrice had missed the gengar so terribly . so she would be using now as a time to show her just how much she had missed her .
which is why a hand is snaking down to grope and rub at the growing bulge within her clothes .
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there was no retreat or attempt of one, beatrice meeting her ghost's tongue with what could be called a grin . the maniac sucking on the appendage even as it wrapped around hers, her hands moving up along that body .
digits found those sizable breasts, the woman squeezing โ
her cunt being split open by that flared, barbed girth . her insides tight like a vice, yet soft like velvet . plush lips pressed into her neck with a low, primal moan of pleasure . cervix kissing that tip as those thrusts started to press those two together .
" y - yes . . . i need you inside of me . . . โก "
the crazed woman spoke, voice trailing off with each syllable while her body lit up in arousal . her flesh felt like it was burning, the warmth a roaring inferno of lust and need for the ghost whom had been grinding that โ
monstrous, grotesque - looking shaft against her new trainer's entrance . there was no denying that the both of them wanted this, even if it could be argued that beatrice was merely being influenced into it .
arms held tight around the ghost's neck, the gothic woman feeling โ
and the maniac only grins back, sucking on the ghost's tongue as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do .
her own tongue swirled around the pokemon's, that massive appendage only rivaled in size by the ghost's length .
that she had indeed . beatrice holding the ghost close, lips kissing the top of her head before it's being smothered in her mass of titflesh .
hands gently stroking and roaming her body, the hex - obsessed woman sighing with a soft voice .
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hands find themselves wrapped around the ghost's waist, lips pressing against her neck while the trainer let her chest press into oizys' back .
betwixt her thighs, the arousal starting to slicken the bumpy, exotic rod that throbbed so desperately against her body .
arms wrapped around gengar, beatrice's eyes focused on nothing but her, those two words sending a shiver down her spine .
" yes . . . your toy . . . "
mind fogging from the hypnotism, those already swirled eyes only growing closer to spirals as her mind was capture, pulled in and grasped by the ghost's own . now nothing stood between them, not even the tattered remains of her dress, gengar's length findinf the warm wetnessโ