It wasn't a typical honeymoon. Most newlyweds traveled to tropical beaches or European cities,

but Christina and Scott were nerdy ghost hunters. There was nothing they wanted to do more than spend an evening

in mystic manner, which was known for being the most haunted location on the East Coast.

They were excited by the prospect of witnessing paranormal activity together. With their ghost hunting equipment in tow,

Christina and Scott walked around the manor,

keeping an eye on their EMF meters.

A cold chill swept over them

as they headed up the staircase to their room.

There was definitely a presence there.

I can't believe we're sleeping here tonight, said Christina, quietly turning on the vintage

lamp next to the bed.

The room was eerie, with original wallpaper and long lace curtains. Are we actually going to get any sleep?

She had meant due to the ghosts that might be lingering around them, but Scott had something

else in mind. He put down the heat sensor and camera, enclosed the space between him and his new wife.

He grazed her waist with his fingers, which quickly moved to the button of her pants.

They stared at each other, an air of lust hanging between them.

"'Isn't this going to disturb the dead?

Christina whispered breathless as Scott began to pull down her pants.

She was already shivering.

She closed her eyes, moaning contentedly, as Scott sank to his knees on the antique rug and kissed her

stomach. Then he pulled down her panties and started to kiss her inner thighs. This elicited a soft

sigh from Christina's lips.

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