She told herself it was just another night. Just shadows and silence.
But something feels differentβ¦
Wednesday Addams now lies on her back, wrapped in wet black lace, her skin glistening under the moon. Her chest rises fast, her fingers tremble, and her breath shortens with every second.
The wind slips through the cabin window, brushing her thighs as her panties cling tighter. Her nipples push against the thin fabric, hard and aching for release.
Her expression stays unreadable β but one tear escapes the corner of her eye.
Is it fear?
Is it pleasure?
Whatever it is, itβs the first time sheβs ever been touched by the night like this.
And sheβs not pushing it away. Sheβs letting it take over.
The darkness is no longer just her shield.
Tonightβ¦ itβs her thrill. π€π¦π
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