nude host on a bed

Lauren sat sprawled in a bread, completely wiped out from her powerful orgasm. Her body glistened with sweat. She couldn't lift her eyelids, or cover herself. She sat sprawled, legs wide, moist crotch revealed. Her small stomach was scrunched with rolls, her little breasts heaving with every breath, but she wasn't aware enough to care.

"Aw, she looks so cute!" Liz laughed at Lauren's bare little body. The men smiled and nodded in agreement. The brutal show host now nude and tuckered out from an orgasm, sprawled helplessly on an old bed.

"Well, we should probably try to get out of here." Mark said.

"What?!" Liz said. "Are you crazy?! There's a real life ghost in here! This is an opportunity of the lifetime!"

"I'm inclined to agree." Morton said. "The producers would fire me in a second if they heard I found a real ghost and then got scared and left."

"But... your host is naked!" Mark said, pointing to the sprawled little Lauren.

"Oh, we can blur that out." Morton said. and make a fortune on the uncensored version, he thought and smiled. "The important thing is we stay, keep filming, and try to communicate with the ghost."

"How do we do that?" Asked a camerman, who was still filming Lauren's nude body.

"Well, Lauren seems to have a 'special' connection to the ghost." Morton pointed out. "Perhaps it will commune with her."