Ember McLain

Rocker ghost Ember McLain awoke with a start, dripping with cold sweat that ran down her face. Her nude, porcelain body was clearly visible beneath the satin sheets of her guitar-shaped bed, which was now soaked in sweat.

Looking down, she noticed a wetness between her thighs. Sure enough, her girl-cum was splattered all over her violet sheets.

She'd had a wet dream. Again.

And like every one before, it had been about her ghostly nemesis, Danny Phantom.

'I don't get it...' she thought to herself. 'Why am I suddenly getting turned on because of that dipstick ghost-kid?'

Unwittingly, her hand had wandered down to her swollen pussylips. It spread them wide, revealing their azure inner folds...

'Well, right now, I don't care...' she continued thinking. 'Right now, I gotta get myself off...'

Ember's middle finger slid deep into her pussy, drawing forth a steady flow of juices from her hotbox. Her boyfriend, Skulker, could never satisfy her this way.

'Maybe that's why I like Danny,' she considered. 'I'll bet he has a big cock... Oh God, that would feel sooooooo good right now...'

The juices kept on flowing out of her cunt; she was absolutely gushing. She added another finger, loving the tightness around them as she wildly pumped in and out of her pussy...

"OH YEAH!!!" Ember screamed, not caring if anyone could hear. "THAT'S IT, GHOST-KID!!! FUCK ME HARD!!!"

And with that, she came explosively on her bed, her womanly juices streaming from her sex. Man, it felt good every time she got herself to orgasm.

Licking her lips, she made her decision.

"I'll get him to like me, too."