Ghostface doesn’t stalk, chase, or tease this time. They get their hands on me fast, dragging me right into their grip with zero hesitation. Their gloved hands go straight to my tits, grabbing and squeezing with a roughness that sends a shock through my whole chest. Each smack, each squeeze, each hard slap against my curves makes my breath hitch and my body jolt against them. Then they move lower, hitting my belly with those heavy gloved strikes that land deep, making my stomach jump and tighten. Every thud knocks the air right out of me, leaving me gasping against their chest while they hold me in place.
