Supernaturally Stacked: Dove Plea

August Skye and Lana Smalls are packing boxes when the old spirit board pops out. They laugh like idiots remembering the nights they used to mess with it, getting drunk on dares and tongue kisses. Lana pipes up first—“Why not go back?” So they haul the board to Placard Manor, same creaky floors, same broken chandelier swinging over the ballroom. They spread the planchette on the dusty table and start sliding it, waiting for the cheap thrill. Instead a low cold wind sweeps in, candles flare, and Penny Barber steps out of thin air—big tits straining a nightgown that barely covers her, pussy already slick from decades without touch. She looks the girls over, then yanks Lana’s shirt up, palms her small tits, and drives two fingers straight into August’s wet cunt. August moans and grinds down on Penny’s hand while Lana drops to her knees, licking whatever skin she can reach. Penny pulls both of them closer, fingering August deeper, teasing Lana’s nipples with her teeth, feeding off the heat like it’s her first meal in a hundred years. The three of them fuck right there on the floorboards, bodies slapping, board forgotten, every gasp echoing through the dark manor like the ghost finally got what she came for.