Grind on your face

Before you know it, she's riding your face, grinding her vulva against your powerless mouth. From the sounds she makes, she's greatly enjoying the feeling of your face against her privates, so she keeps rubbing fiercely, grabbing onto your hair to hold your head in place.

Her juices flow in an amount you didn't know was possible. It doesn't take long until your whole face is covered in her ghost pussy slime. It gets into your hair, runs down towards your neck and stains your top. And the taste is so goddamn strong, and tangy, and acidic. You're pretty sure you'll be tasting her cunt for the rest of your life, even if this is the one and only time she visits you.

She screams in delight when she climaxes, and you quickly learn that her previous wetness was nothing compared to the swimming pool's worth of fluid that she ejects onto you during her orgasm.

It shoots out all over your face, torso, bed, walls, floor, ceilings. You are drowning in vaginal ectoplasm, and for a few moments you fear that you might actually suffocate, killed by phantom pussy.

When she dismounts you, you can barely see her form because of the gooey slime over your eyes. You can vaguely see an outline moving away from you and back towards the TV, and then her shape sinks into the tiny luminous rectangle, leaving you alone and covered in extremely smelly slime.