Erosire

I am a pervert.
I am such a pervert.
Even in death, I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t help myself at all!
As a ghost, I am on a mission to spread manly culture throughout this world and the next. Join me on my adventure throughout the multiverse. Read about my endless debauchery. And feel what I feel!
Even Gods tremble erotically in my presence and spread their legs to welcome me. Hah!
I am such a pervert. 
And this will be super fun!
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This story contains extreme sexual situation and more sexual situations. No one under 18 is allowed.

Ghost of Culture

Needlessly to say, the conversation that I have with Orvis involves plenty of mutual grunting, moaning and thrusting, back and forth, all the way in and out of her very tight and wet chasm.

I am obviously talking about me hammering my slutty cumdump of a dragoness right into my bed from above. Oh. I am talking about her too, for she cannot help but grunts and moans lewdly with each and every pump that I give her to snatch.

Great Scott! I mean, Great Maker! Orvis is as tight as ever. Probably tighter than before, which is kind of strange, but then again, she does have the power to shapeshift. Changing her inside to bring me to utter pleasure is super easy. It is barely an inconvenience.

Honestly, that ability allows for plenty of fun, and if I have such a power in the first place, I would play a nice massage chair for all the beautiful and hot ladies. I can massage them in all the right place, and I do mean all the right place.

Unsealing the Power Within