Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

When Halloween rolls around, my husband and I get the urge to go ghost-hunting! It’s a fun little activity we do to scare each other! We like to seek out haunted hotels or little tourist traps and watch as people squeal and wet their pants, thanks to their overactive imaginations. Neither of us actually believes in the paranormal.

We booked a two-night stay in this little old house near the coast of North Carolina. The legends say an older farmhand took over the runnings of the house when its owner passed away from unknown causes. He lived peacefully in the house, alone for many years, until out-of-town family members came looking for the man of the house. Discovering the rightful owner’s passing infuriated the family. They blamed the farmhand and accused him of foul play. I’m sure you can guess what happened next. Anyway, the farmhand’s ghost is said to take care of the house still, and that he tries to get his revenge by hurting any guests who dare to stay in his space.

A Ghost of a Weekend

 

We checked in late on a Friday night, the musty smell of the place making my nose twitch, but the bed seemed clean enough. Exhausted from driving to the haunted house, we decided to just go to bed and explore the grounds in the morning with fresh eyes. Quickly, we showered and snuggled into the too-small bed. Soon, I was dreaming away peacefully.

Until my husband’s hand gripped my thigh roughly and pulled it toward him. He has been rough with me in the past, but never like this and never without my permission. My eyes popped open, and I looked over at him. His face was blank, as if he wasn’t even conscious.

“You gon’ take his black dick.” He said in a gravelly voice I didn’t recognize.

“Darren? What’s with you?” I pushed his hand away, but he climbed on top of me. Pinning me to the squeaky mattress.

 

Possessed by The Farmhand

 

“Who, Darren?” He grunted while ripping my panties from my body. The fabric ripped easily but bit into my skin as it was yanked away. “Gimme dat white pussy.” He growled and drove his cock into my body. He didn’t feel like my husband at all!

His cock seemed longer and thicker somehow. The way he moved his hips wasn’t even the same. I knew as I looked into my husband’s blank eyes it was the farmhard fucking me that night.

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

https://phonesexcandy.com/felicity/