Supernaturally Stacked: Dove Plea

August Skye and Lana Smalls are clearing boxes when they crack open their old spirit board and start laughing like maniacs. They’re busy trading memories of tempting ghosts, when one of them suggests heading back to Placard Manor—the creaky dump where they first kissed. The moment they step inside, the stale, web-draped air hits them. They flatten the board on the floor, the plan—harmless thrills and cheap scares. That plan goes sideways fast. Penny Barber peels herself from the dark like warm silk. She zeroes in on them, eyes hungry, intent clear: hands everywhere, clothes peeled back, mouths open and wet. Penny grabs hair, spins August around, shoves two greedy fingers between her thighs while she tongue-fucks Lana’s tits. Sweat-slick bodies grind. Then she pulls August’s thighs over her shoulders and licks her open, slow then punishing, fingers grinding deep. Lana straddles Penny’s face, fucking herself on that clever ghost-tongue until both girls fold, moaning, legs shaking, cocky and spent. All before the board clatters shut behind them.