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.
Electric Connection
You lifted a gloved hand to my throat, probably knowing exactly what it would do to my panties. I let a scream rip from my throat until you squeeze it off. When I signed up for the haunted house, I recalled they said the actors could touch us, but I never expected this!
Your other hand dug into my panties. I’d never seen a man keep such a straight face as he finger fucked me, but you did. So stern and severe. Your hand loosened on my throat, and I screamed out again—this time in pleasure, not fear. You leaned in close, smearing your red makeup against my cheek. “That’s right. Cum for me, you fat, little, slut.”
It was more than electric! I started cumming just as another group of people rounded the corner. I thought you’d stop, but you didn’t. Instead, you let them stare as they passed us!
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410