Sort of, you're a ghost...

A blonde bursts into the room, top less, wearing panties that are panties in the same sense that a lace doily is a beach towel. Shaved pussy, and the scrap of fabric she was wearing barely covered the little open flaps of her twat. It wouldn't take much and you'd be able to see those lips fold back around and swallow that piece of lace.

Oh, and it was soaked.

It took you a second to realize that she walked right past Slut, your Guardian Angel. When the blonde went through your twilight-hued companion, she moaned like a whore in heat and came. You watched, still stroking, as the blonde simultaneously behaved like nothing was wrong, bending over and rifling through drawers and while your guardian came all over herself...and down her thighs...and so hard she started pushing cum through her boyshorts.

The blonde bent over, the situation so hot already, but as she looked for things near the bed, you could feel her hot breath on your cock, you could feel the cum almost literally boiling in your balls, your hard shaft inches from those ruby lips and less than two feet from that nearly-exposed twat.

"Fuck, it smells like a cunt gushed all over in here," she said absently, her lips almost tickling the head of your cock. "Smells like dick in here too. Fuck that makes me horny..."