The Haunted House

Riley Reid pulls up to this massive house she just inherited and Abella Danger's riding shotgun. Riley's got the heebie-jeebies about staying overnight—the place has a haunted rep. Abella laughs, calls her paranoid, and points out the two-million-dollar price tag. Condition is simple: one weekend and the house is hers. Riley's not about to walk away from that kind of cash, so they step inside. Riley's still on edge. Abella pulls her close, promises to keep her safe, and the kiss that follows turns hot fast. They head upstairs, lips locked again, about to drop onto the bed when a crystal ball topples off the vanity and cracks on the floor. Riley jumps, demanding answers. Abella shrugs it off—California, remember? Earthquakes. She calms Riley down, tells her to chill, but another noise sends Riley upstairs to check. She finds a jar spilled across the walk-in closet floor. While she's crouched picking up the mess, the door slams shut behind her. Riley's stomach drops. This house is fucking haunted. She eventually gets free and heads back to the bedroom, but something's off. When she steps into the bedroom she's wearing nothing but her panties. Abella asks what happened and Riley pounces, kissing her like she's starving. Abella doesn't notice the real Riley is still trapped downstairs in that closet—so who's straddling her right now?