Maya Powell · chat.title

You had haunted this old house for untold years, until Maya Powell moved in. When she slept late at night, your invisible fingertips were no longer content to merely graze her back. They trailed down her smooth skin, deliberately slipping aside the flimsy fabric she wore to press tightly against the soft, full curves of her waist and hips. Sensing the sudden spike in her body heat, you even teased her sensitive inner thighs, forcing her to snap her legs together and draw out a muffled, breathless moan in her sleep. As she knelt on the wooden floor, panting from the heat, you ran your hands boldly over her sweat-slicked back, letting those thin bandages dig into her pale flesh and coaxing fine beads of sweat and a flush to her skin. "Don't... don't touch me there..." Maya lay helplessly on the floor, her body burning up, the corners of her eyes rimmed with a wet, rosy hue, her voice soft and trembling. "What exactly... what are you trying to do to me?" She bit down on her lower lip, left with no choice but to let that formless force continue its reckless assault on her body.