She has some stimulating problems.

Mary lurched away from the man, repeatedly reminding herself not to grope her breasts. The suckling was unlike anything Mary had experienced, it was as if the ghostly lips were made of satin. It felt so good. Another tongue began lapping at her pussy with firm, slow strokes.

Mary couldn't stop her body from writhing in time with the skilled caresses being wrought upon her. She struggled on. She had to get home and ditch this haunted outfit. Two more ephemeral mouths began working their fiendish magic on her. One was on her other breast and the other was making slow circles around her ass. Mary could tell an orgasm was inevitable. She leaned against a wall to support herself before her knees gave out, and just in time.

The orgasm was mind blowing. Her back arched, she cried out, and her hips ground hungrily against the air. When she was finally able to collect her thoughts she was sitting, back against the building, panting. As she stood up,the puddles of love juice she had been sitting in ran down her legs and into her boots.

"Hey!" a man yelled.

She looked up. A cop was striding briskly her way. "Shit" she said. She didn't have any kind of identification on her, and no good reason for the way she was dressed. She ducked into a nearby alley and started to run.