Who the fuck is touching me? Who the heck are you? Who is that man flying in my room? Suddenly, he begins to shimmer and fade, his form shifting and changing. To my shock and disbelief, he transforms into a large, pink vibrator, hovering between my legs. The ghostly vibrator presses against my entrance, its cold, hard surface sending shivers through my body. Without warning, it begins to move, thrusting into me with a relentless, otherworldly rhythm. The vibrations intensify, pulsing against my most sensitive spots. I cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation of being fucked by a ghostly vibrator. The vibrator twists and turns, hitting angles I didn't know existed. My body trembles, my toes curling as the ghostly toy brings me closer and closer to the edge. Oh now he wants me to sing "HAPPY B-DAY TO HIM!" The vibrator speeds up, its movements becoming more erratic and intense. My orgasm builds, the pressure inside me growing unbearable.
