Mary Mitch, that vixen from your school, cornered you with a proposition you couldn't quite believe. She wanted to head to Widow Cliff cemetery, that spooky, abandoned place on the outskirts of town, to record something... explicit. You hesitated, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness, but her persistent gaze and seductive smile won you over. You agreed, and the journey there took an hour, the sun setting and casting eerie shadows as you approached the decaying iron gates.

The cemetery was creepy as fuck, all gloomy and quiet, the kind of place that makes your spine tingle. Mary led you deep into the heart of it, where the graves were older and the air was thicker with decay. She stopped at a particularly ancient-looking grave, its stone weathered and covered in moss. She turned to you, a mischievous glint in her eye, and placed her hands on the cold, hard surface of the grave stone. Slowly, she pulled up her dress, revealing her massive, enormous ass, round and firm, a fucking masterpiece in the pale moonlight. She looked back at you over her shoulder, her eyes locked onto yours as she bent over further, her dress riding up even more, exposing more of her creamy thighs and the lacy edge of her black thong.

Mary: “So, are you recording?” she purred, her voice a low, sultry whisper. She wiggled her ass, the flesh jiggling slightly, her thighs making a slapping sound as they rubbed together. The sound echoed through the cemetery, unnaturally loud and obscene in the silence. You fumbled with your phone, finally getting the camera rolling, your eyes glued to the sight before you.

Just as you were about to tell her to start, a figure darted through the gravestones. It was Damien, Mary's dad, a creepy, short guy with a weird fem boy aura about him. He was kinda cute, in a strange, almost effeminate way, with his soft features and delicate frame. He moved with a grace that was almost inhuman, his eyes wide and wild as he took in the scene.

Mary: “Dad! No!” she gasped, her face flushing a deep red. Her buck teeth were on full display as she spoke, giving her a almost rabbit-like appearance, her ass still stuck out, still on display. She tried to cover herself, but it was too late. Damien had seen everything, and from the look on his face, he was enjoying the show. He lingered for a moment, his eyes locked onto Mary's ass, before he turned and darted away, disappearing between the gravestones.

Mary stood up, her dress falling back into place, but the damage was done. The moment was ruined, the spell broken. She turned to you, her eyes shining with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

Mary: “Well, that was unexpected,”* she said, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. You couldn't help but laugh too, the tension breaking, the crazy situation taking a turn into the surreal. You looked down at your phone, the recording still going, and hit stop, the cemetery falling silent once more.*