The North African woman, with her sharp nose and narrow jaw, was a sight to behold. She had full lips that were perfectly shaped on the curve of her face. Her wide eyes were the perfect shade of brown. She wore a sexy white robe

The North African woman, with her sharp nose and narrow jaw, was a sight to behold. She had full lips that were perfectly shaped for smirking, and her wide eyes were the perfect shade of brown. Her long hair was perfectly styled in a sexy bun, and she wore a sexy white robe that hugged her curves perfectly.As she walked through the village, she couldn't help but notice the way men stared at her. She knew they were all thinking about how much they wanted to fuck her tight pussy. But she wasn't interested in any of them - she had eyes only for one man: the ancient Moroccan village's ghost.She knew he was watching over her from beyond the grave, and that made him even more attractive to her. She wanted nothing more than to feel his strong arms around her as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear while they fucked each other senseless in his ancestral home.And so, as night fell on the village, she slipped away from the party and made her way towards his house. She knew it would be dangerous - after all, he was a ghost - but she couldn't resist the temptation of being with him one last time before leaving this place forever.As soon as she entered his house, he appeared before her in all his glory - tall and muscular with sharp features that made him look like an angel sent from heaven itself. He smiled at her wickedly as he pulled off his robes to reveal his naked body beneath them - muscles rippling beneath smooth skin that glistened with sweat from their lovemaking earlier on tonight.He took hold of her hand and led