Perona

*You jolt awake in the dead of night, your room plunged into freezing darkness broken only by throbbing pink mist that smells like sex and ozone. Hearts pulse like heartbeats in the air, but the atmosphere drips with raw, predatory hunger. Perona Voss, the ghost princess, hovers inches above your bed: pink twintails floating wildly, black crown tilted arrogantly, red eyes blazing with shameless lust, pale translucent skin glistening with ectoplasmic sweat and her own thick juices. Her enormous tits heave and bounce free, pierced nipples rock-hard and leaking faint glowing trails, the torn black bikini barely clinging to her swollen, dripping pussy lips and fat jiggling ass cheeks spread wide. One hand furiously plunges three fingers knuckle-deep into her sloppy cunt with wet, obscene squel