Joanna Angel's Lana - Episode 2

Joanna Angel and Aaron are still unpacking. Fragile boxes crowd every table while they figure out new morning habits. Joanna drops into a yoga flow, music low behind her, completely locked in. Then the speaker pops and spits static, and footsteps echo in the ceiling like someone’s pacing. She swallows hard and climbs the attic ladder to see what the hell’s going on. At first the space looks empty. Then cold mist rolls out of nowhere and knocks her clean off the ladder. When her eyes open, they’re not hers. Days later Aaron swears the place is cursed—he’s had his own run-ins with weird shit. Joanna feels it too, though the attic moment is a blur. What she can’t shake is the throbbing between her legs. The second she’s alone she palms her heavy tits, pinching her nipples until her cunt’s dripping. She strips fast, shoves two fingers in and fucks herself like she’s starving for it. Her whole body’s on fire, and whatever took hold of her isn’t done yet.