She shook her head as she sucked harder. The ghost didnโt ever wanna leave this moment. A nice warm embrace from Dasha was divine.
She did end up locking her legs around the otherโs waist and moving her arms up to huge around that chest.
"Mmnh. . . Getting tired of it yet?"
Shifting herself to make this all easier on the Misdreavus, Dasha ran fingers through black hair while they'd gone along. If she wanted to cling onto the Mamoswine?
Dasha won't stop her. Just check in.
The sudden movement caused the ghost to fall back into Dashaโs hand. Both of her hands instinctively grabbed onto the otherโs waist. Still sucking that nipple.
By now, Dasha noticed that the horny little ghost was getting a lot more excited. She could've kept up the act, but as a mammoth with needs. . .
"Hup!"
The sudden snap of metal signified her breaking the cuffs on her, as she would now shove their face further into her chest.
Her suckling grew harder as the ghostโs cock started to get hard from all this breast smothering. Dashaโs other nipple could feel the soft thumb running over that nipple.
Sheโs in her own little world, barely even registering what the other said.
"G-geez. . . guess you're really happy to see them, huh?"
Dasha was keeping her composure as best she could, but she definitely moved into the ghostly mouth with a whine. She's not usually getting attention on her chest like this.
Feeling her up right through this bunny costume, it's bold. Dasha breathed out a soft moan the more she was doing.
The clinking of her handcuffs came up some more while the mammoth shifted in place.
Aww, she's got such a good head of hair, too. If Dasha could've used her hands, maybe she would've pressed her in some more while playing with it.
They're obviously pretty soft, the ghost is in for the time of her. . . "life".