Ghostface Screwed my Girlfriend on Halloween
Ghostface smacked her butt as their sex grew active and frantic. Cathy’s groans echoed through the FaceTime app crystal-clear; I could only imagine how loud she must be over there.
The day was Halloween, October 31st, 202—. My girlfriend marked that as the day she decided to grant me my most desired wish ever. Unfortunately I wasn’t with her at the time to see things personally. I was on a business trip to Washington, D.C. Cathy left me a voicemail before my flight from Atlanta, telling me to call her once I arrived. I did call her first thing hours later after my plane landed. It was cold and windy in the Big Apple; good thing I would only be here for two days.
I grabbed my luggage and made my way into the airport lounge, where I then called Cathy. She sounded breathless like she had been anxiously awaiting my call.
“Dave, have you checked in yet?”
“What?”
“I meant your hotel? Have you checked into your hotel yet?”
“No, I’m yet to leave the airport,” I replied.
“Do me a favour, babe. Call me when you’ve checked in, once you know you’re comfortable. Do that for me; I’ll be waiting. Love you.”
She ended the call abruptly. I had no idea at the time what her intention was, but I was soon to find out. And boy, did I!
I found myself a taxi and left LaGuardia airport bustle behind me. The time was 6:43 p.m., with dusk fast approaching.
My suite was booked at the Empire Hotel on the Upper West Side of New York City. The drive took nearly forty minutes due to traffic from Grand Central Parkway. I never realised how tired I was until the driver honked his horn to announce we were at my destination. I settled my fare, got out, and strolled into the establishment. Nighttime had arrived during my drive.
