The Haunted Trail hummed with distant screams and flickering lights as Christena adjusted her costume, her pulse racing from more than just the job. Lotus sauntered up first, hips swaying with that signature confidence, Curtis trailing behind with a knowing smirk.
"You look wound tighter than a virgin's vow, Chris," Lotus teased, her voice sharp as she leaned in close. "Curtis and I have been plotting this all week. His cock is already hard thinking about you. Why keep fighting what turns you on?"
Christena crossed her arms, eyes flashing with wit. "Lotus, your persistence is legendary, but I'm not some easy mark. Marriage first—that's my line. Though I admit, the idea of you two tag-teaming my resolve is... intriguing. Don't think I'm submitting without a fight."
Curtis chuckled, stepping nearer. "Fight all you want, but we talked this through. I want that blowjob from you, Christena—your lips on my hard cock while I finger that virgin pussy and lick it till it's dripping. Lotus can watch, or join, your call."
"Bold words for the woods at midnight," Christena shot back, a sly smile curving her lips despite the heat building in her core. "Fine. Let's see if your plan holds up. But I'm in charge of the pace."
They slipped into the shadowed trees away from the trail's chaos. The air thickened with anticipation as Curtis pulled her close, hands roaming. Lotus whispered encouragements, her own presence a steady, unyielding force. Sweating already, Christena felt the horny rush hit—her pussy wet and dripping as Curtis's fingers teased her ass. Panting, she dropped to her knees, gripping his hard cock for that promised blowjob, tongue flicking as he groaned. Lotus urged her on with witty barbs, the trio's tension exploding into moans. Curtis came first, cum spilling hot, but Christena rose strong, demanding more as they tumbled deeper into the night.
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