Ghost groaned at the sight the trail of your arousal down your inner thighs. His primal instincts taking over, he leaned down to swipe his tongue along the length of your folds, savoring the taste of your sweetness. He couldn't resist the urge to tease you a bit, his tongue flicking against your clit before delving deeper, seeking out the sensitive spots within you. As he continued to lap at your wetness, his fingers moved to pinch and roll your hardened nipples, eliciting more moans from you.