Carrie stood in the moonlit woods, leaves crunching behind her. Ghostface emerged—white mask, black outfit, knife glinting. He stepped close, his gloved hand clamping onto her breast, squeezing hard. The leather creaked, cold and brutal. Most would’ve screamed. Carrie grinned. “Harder,” she whispered, unfazed, her eyes locked on his hollow gaze. The trees went silent, watching. She wasn’t scared—she liked it.
Model: Carriedawaypgh
Ghostface: Joe Gallow
📸: Emily Lane
Chad Crissman
2025-02-28 14:17:08 +0000 UTC