Status Updates From Slash or Smash (Festive ASF)

“Ghost,” she whispers against my lips, mewling as I give another good squeeze to her ass. “Touch me already.”
That name does something to me. My hand wanders to the warm space between her thigh. I undo them deftly and almost lose it when I can feel how wet she is through the holes of her fishnets.
No, actually, I do lose it, easing away from her mouth to watch as I grasp the stockings in both hands...and rip.

Try as she might to make that the predominant feeling, it’s arousal that reigns supreme.
Pulling my switchblade free from my pocket, I bring the tip to her throat and release my grip on her mouth. She inhales a quick heap of air. Saliva pools on my tongue, my fingers itching to yank at the neckline of her costume and free her tits.
To my gaze.
My touch.
My fucking teeth.

Before my boot hits the first step, a hand seals around my mouth, followed by a taut arm around my waist. A muffled oof blasting against my captor’s hand as the lights cut back on and I realize who it is.
Ghostface.
Eyes widening, my pulse ramps up another notch, slamming against my chest cavity.
Those soulless eyes bore into me as his head slowly tilts to one side and Jason comes into view, too. Oh, fuck.
RAAAAAH

Snapping my gaze away from the lavishly decorated space, I note a mammoth of a man behind the counter—and he’s in a fucking Ghostface mask.
UHUM, now THAT'S what I'm talking about purrr heheh

“Was he even good-looking?”
“Don’t know. He had a mask on the whole time. Lifted it enough to have access to his mouth.”
All she had to do was say mask and an aroused shiver zips down my spine.
UHM... I MEAN... who am I to judge (especially when I agree :D) XD