The arousal of sweat

As the possessed body of John ‘s mother twerked with wild abandon, the intense movements caused beads of sweat to form on her skin, glistening in the dim light of the club. The ghostly spirit within her seemed to relish the sight and taste of the salty droplets, a perverse hunger driving it to new heights of pleasure.

With each twerk, the body's movements became more frenzied, the sweat pouring down her skin in rivulets. The air was heavy with the musky scent of arousal and exertion, a heady mix that only served to heighten the erotic tension in the room.

The ghost's control over the body was absolute, its desires mingling with the sensations of the living flesh it inhabited. As the sweat dripped down her curves, the ghost leaned in, its spectral tongue darting out to taste the salty moisture, a moan of satisfaction escaping the body's lips.

John watched, transfixed, as his mother's body moved in a primal dance of possession and desire, the ghost's perverse cravings driving it to new heights of ecstasy. The sight of the ghost savoring the taste of sweat on her skin sent a shiver of arousal down his spine, a dark thrill coursing through him.

The club around them seemed to fade away as the ghost and the possessed body engaged in their twisted ritual, the dance of twerking and sweat creating a sensual symphony that echoed in the very depths of the building.