Nothing Scares Us!

Tyler and Demi bolt straight from the theater to Dana’s bed, hearts pounding like the movie’s still chasing them. They wedge in on either side, pressing tight, hunting that safe, warm spot. Dana’s smirk says she warned them, but her hands are already sliding under thin shirts, cupping soft handfuls of Demi’s small tits while her other palm fills with Dana’s own heavy rack. Fingers slip lower, finding slick heat—two, then three—pumping slow and steady until the room’s filled with wet sounds and shaky moans. No more ghosts, just skin on skin, Dana driving it all, giving her two trembling angels the kind of comfort that leaves every inch shaking and sticky.