By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I didn’t expect to feel it, but I guess the best connections are like that. The haunted house had all of my nerve endings on high alert, but it wasn’t the shock of you sneaking up behind me that felt electric. It was just you. When I looked up at your gory, messy makeup-covered face, a thrill tangled around my clit.
You looked dangerous and tempting. I wanted to give you whatever you’d ask of me. But, instead, you pushed me against the wall. My friends squealing in terror, all ran off without me.