Curse of the Fisted Sister Kink Halloween Spooktacular

Roxy talks Alexa into sneaking into the old asylum, two girls playing at being bad. The place stinks of rust and wet plaster. They poke through locked wards, laughing until they find the diary. Angel Allwood’s neat handwriting lists every doctor she killed, how she worked her fist in deep and pulled until each hole stayed open. A final page shows the words that call her back. The Ouija planchette jumps under their fingers. Cold air hits their skin. Angel steps out of the dark, still wearing the torn nun’s habit, eyes black. She circles the girls once, then grabs Alexa by the hips. With one gloved hand she forces air inside the girl’s ass until the ring blooms open. Same treatment for Roxy. When both holes gape, Angel works in the string of fat beads, popping them past each stretched muscle until the girls whimper. She fists them next, knuckles vanishing, wrists flexing, pulling out only to slam back in. Finally her thick demon cock splits them open, each thrust making wet, slapping sounds in the empty ward. Alexa and Roxy came here for thrills. They get used until they can’t close.