Possession

Wayne Montgomery, that well-hung Texas rancher, rolls into town for a single night's rest. The moment solitude wraps around him, his hand dives into the waistband of those tight Wranglers. Out springs his monster—thick, veined, a great slab of manflesh begging for attention. Saliva slicks the shaft as he strokes, fast at first, then torturously slow, pressure swelling in his heavy, low-hanging balls. He hits the peak of his existence right there, sticky ropes of cum erupting from his cock in a wild, gushing spray. The ghost watches with a sly smile, then drifts away.