No matter how much you try to figure out who these two masked women are, you're having no luck. Time to make your rounds and help your wife with the party. Hopefully they don't cause you too much trouble.

Your wife notices that you look flustered when she speaks to you. Perhaps you should go back to playing a relaxing game or enjoy a drink to calm down?

As you sip on your drink, you catch Killer whispering something into Psycho's ear. They both nod in agreement before giggling softly. It looks like they're up to something...

The two Ghostface girls continue to converse quietly, glancing over at you every now and then. Their body language is getting more provocative by the minute as they slowly inch closer together. You can tell they're trying to find an opportunity to lure you over without being too obvious.

"Oh Jānis!" *Psycho shouts innocently, "did you hear what happened to me earlier today?" She playfully pretends to ignore you and subtly motions for you to come over.

"There was this creepy guy in the store, and he totally wouldn't leave me alone!" Killer exclaims, putting her arm around Psycho for support. "I had to tell him some super gross things about myself just to scare him off," she laughs nervously.

Her breath smells sweet, slightly intoxicated. If you're clever enough, maybe you can make your way over there while no one's looking.

"Well that sounds awful." Jānis says as he steps closer. He leans forward, whispering into their ear "Maybe I could help protect you two from anyone else like that?" His voice laced with desire.

Killer and Psycho giggle as if they've heard a dirty joke. With practiced ease, they slip an arm around each of your shoulders, leaning their voluptuous bodies against yours. Their masked faces press against your neck as they continue to giggle, sending shivers down your spine. They're definitely playing hard to get...

Neither of them speak up, continuing to tease you with soft nibbles on your earlobe. Their hands begin to wander over your body, tracing shapes on your chest before moving lower, over your abs. It feels so good to be touched by them that it takes all your concentration just to stand still under the assault. You can tell they're enjoying this game, but you need to find out who they are.

They both giggle again, Killer licking her lips in anticipation while Psycho continues to explore his body beneath her fingertips. "We could always play a little game..." she purrs. "You know, the kind where we show each other...?" Her fingers drift lower still, tickling your growing bulge through your pants.

Killer pulls back slightly, arching her back and revealing supple curves hidden behind her Ghostface costume. She bites her bottom lip suggestively, her eyes darkening as if remembering something intensely passionate. "Or maybe..." she whispers, trailing off as she leans forward to taste his neck once more.

Psycho lets out a soft moan into his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "It could be fun," she murmurs, squeezing him tighter with one arm while sliding the other further down

Both women grow silent for a moment, seemingly taken aback by your insistence on knowing their identities. Then, almost simultaneously, they lean away from you and smirk. "Alright," Killer says with a dangerous glint in her eye. "I'm Killer."

"And I'm Psycho," her companion finishes with a sinister smile, showing just enough teeth to make it clear she means business. Together they lock eyes with you, daring you to push them further.

"Well if you really want to know..." Killer purred, her hands moving to stroke the front of Jānis's pants. "Let's just say that Psycho here knows how to get what she wants, and I'm not one to pass up a challenge."

Psycho chuckled darkly as she licked her lips. "And I think you'll find that I'm very persuasive when it comes to people like you..." Her fingers dipped lower still, teasing at the waistband of his trousers. "Maybe we should find out together?" She arched an eyebrow suggestively, challenging him once more.

Both women laugh at your assertion. "Fine then," Killer growls, pushing Psycho roughly aside before stalking forward. In one swift motion, she yanks down Jānis's pants and boxer briefs in unison, freeing his hard length from confinement. "There you go," she snarls, wrapping her hand around him, "now do you remember who I am?"

"Oh yes, he remembers alright," Psycho says mockingly as she steps up behind Jānis, pressing her body against him and grinding her hips against his ass. With a wicked grin, she adds, "Now maybe it's time for you to remember who I am too, hmm?" Her hand joins Killer's, stroking him in time with her words.

They both smirk deviously, their hands moving faster. "Well maybe if we showed you..." Killer suggests, leaning in close enough that her hot breath fans across his cock. "Or maybe we could just fuck you senseless until you forgot everything else?" She bites her lip suggestively as Psycho nods in agreement, tightening her grip on him.

Both women moan in delight at the feel of your cock throbbing under their skilled touch. They stop talking, instead focusing all their attention on pleasing you. Killer starts bobbing her head forward and back, taking more of you into her mouth each time while massaging your balls with her free hand. Psycho continues to stroke him firmly but softly, using her nails to drive him wild. She leans in closer, nipping at his earlobe before whispering huskily, "I bet you feel so good, don't you? Maybe I should suck you off like this?" Her fingers slide up and down the length of his shaft, making his every thrust deeper into her palm.

Their touch is intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. It feels so good he can barely think straight anymore. With a groan, he reaches out to grab one

Her hands squeeze tighter around him, drawing him further into her warmth. Every touch is feverish and possessive, marking him as hers in the most primal way possible. "Mmm," she hums against his skin as he thrusts harder, meeting her movements with urgency. "You want it bad enough, huh?" Her voice is thick with desire, echoing through his head. With a final groan, he erupts inside her fist, pulse after pulse spilling onto their hands and chests.

Panting heavily, Killer pulls back to lick her lips, satisfied smirk playing across her face. She turns to Psycho then, grinning wickedly. "Your turn."

Sensation finally begins to return, and Jānis realizes that these women have completely consumed him. He tries desperately to form words, to ask them

to tell him who they are. But all that comes out is a garbled mess that means nothing to either of them. Their hands continue to move, stroking and pleasuring every inch of his skin they can reach, driving him even deeper into the haze. They dance together, moving in perfect sync as if they've been practicing this for years.

Jānis feels a tearing sensation at his shoulder, followed by the unmistakable pressure of a tongue against his nipple. It's warm and wet, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body. "Mmm," Killer moans, tugging on his hardened nipple with her teeth before sucking it into her mouth and beginning to roll it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. At the same time, Psycho reaches around and cups his other breast, massaging it roughly with her free hand while pin

The pleasure overwhelms him, consuming him like a wave. As his orgasm subsides, so does his ability to think coherently. All he can do is feel, and these two masked vixens are expertly exploiting every ounce of sensation from his body. He collapses onto the floor, boneless and spent, barely able to keep his eyes open.

Killer pulls back, standing over him with a satisfied smirk. Her breasts heave up and down with each labored breath, nipples erect from the attention she's just given them. "That was... quite something." She murmurs, stepping closer. "I think it's your turn." With practiced ease, she lowers herself onto him, guiding him inside. Her movements are slow and deliberate, taking her time to adjust to the foreign feeling of him inside her. But soon enough, they find their

Her hips rise and fall, matching her rhythm with his steady breathing. Killer leans forward, wrapping her arms around him as if they were dancing. The feeling of being surrounded by her soft curves, her skin on skin contact, is almost too much for him to bear. It's been years since he's felt this alive, this wanted. And despite the fact that she's just playing a twisted game with him, he can't help but revel in it.

The room spins around them as they lose themselves in the moment. Time seems to stand still, everything else fading away into nothingness. All that matters is the sensation of being joined together like this, flesh against flesh, heart racing and blood pumping. As climax nears, Killer speeds up her movements, arching her back and crying out in ecstasy as waves of pleasure crash over her. She collapses onto J

Her body shudders beneath him as she comes down from her high, leaving him aching for release. Slowly, she begins to move again, grinding against him in time with his thrusts. Her eyes glaze over, pupils dilating until all that's left are two dark pools staring back at him. "That's it," she moans, gripping his shoulders tightly. "Give it to me."

The urgency in her voice pushes him over the edge, and with a hoarse shout, he spills his seed deep inside her. Their bodies quiver and tremble as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over them. At long last, their climax subsides, leaving them both gasping for air and spent.

Killer slowly pulls away, dismounting from Jānis with a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. She reaches down between them, f

Killer's fingers brush against his slick skin, collecting some of his essence before bringing them up to her lips. She leans forward, pressing a kiss into Jānis's neck before wiping off her fingers. Then she looks at Psycho and says almost indifferently, "Your turn." Psycho growls and lunges forward, shoving Killer aside and straddling Jānis once more. Her movements are rougher than before, her hips slapping against his pelvis in time with each thrust. "You should be thanking me for letting you have any of this," she pants heavily, grabbing his hands and forcing them up above his head to hold him down. "And remember, I can always take it away if I want." Her words are laced with threat, but there's an undeniable thrill in her voice too. The room is hot and close

Her breath is quick and shallow as she leans over him, arching her back with every stroke. The movement causes her breasts to sway enticingly, barely contained the by flimsy costume. With her free hand, she twists a lock of hair around one finger, playing with it like cat toying with a string. The sensation sends another wave of pleasure coursing through her body, making it harder to focus on anything else.

But focus she must, or she risks giving him too much satisfaction. She increases the pace, using him roughly, taking what she wants without caring about his feelings. The room spins around them again, the music and laughter fading into the background as they become lost in their own little world of lust and desire.

Finally, Psycho's movements grow erratic and her breath comes in ragged gasps. With a guttural moan, she

Panting heavily, Killer watches from where she'd been shoved aside as Psycho climaxes on top of Jānis. Her breath catches in her throat when she sees how much Psycho has taken from him, and for a moment, jealousy stirs inside her. But then she remembers who she is and why they're here tonight.

Crossing the floor in long, purposeful strides, Killer grabs Psycho roughly by the back of her collar and yanks her off of Jānis. "That's enough," she snarls, shoving the younger woman away with a force that makes her stumble back a step. "He's all mine now."

Ignoring Jānis's protests and pleas, Killer straddles him once more, positioning herself so that he's completely at her mercy. She le

anchored by her knees on either side of his hips, and slowly lowers herself onto his aching cock. Her eyes meet his defiantly, daring him to try and take control again. But it's too late; he's hers now, body and soul. Killer grinds down against him, her movements slow and methodical, each thrust drawing another moan of pleasure from deep within her throat.

Her hands come up to rest on his chest, pinning him to the ground as she rides him with abandon. There's no gentleness left in her now, only raw desire for power and possession. With each thrust, she feels herself grow closer and closer to losing control herself...but not quite yet. Not until she's had her fill of him.

She arches her back, letting out a guttural cry as her orgasm washes over her. Her muscles clench tightly around Jānis, squeezing him inside her as her release comes in waves. With every spasm, she feels the last vestiges of control slipping away, replaced by an intoxicating haze of bliss. It takes several long moments for her breathing to return to normal, and even then, her body trembles with aftershocks.

Finally, when the room stops spinning and she can think clearly once more, she looks down at Jānis. His eyes are glazed over and his lips parted in a satisfied smile. She tilts her head to one side, considering him carefully before leaning forward to whisper softly into his ear: "Now do you remember who I am?" The question hangs in the air between them, its meaning suddenly transformed by everything that has just transpired. The weight of it feels almost too much for either of them to bear.

Both women fall silent, waiting for his answer. Killer's fingers idly trail up and down Jānis's chest, their soft touch contrasting sharply with the rough play they've just engaged in. Psycho watches them intently, her expression unreadable beneath her mask. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Jānis whispers hoarsely, "Killer... I think I remember." Her features darken slightly as he continues, "But if you don't mind... I'd rather call you by your real name..."

Killer's laughter fills the room, ringing through their bodies like a bell. It starts off low and seductive before rising to a high-pitched cackle that echoes off the walls. For a moment, she looks insane, her eyes wild behind the glass of her mask. But then she reaches up, taking off the mask to reveal her perfect features once more. There's a wicked gleam in her eye as she leans down, pressing a feather-light kiss onto Jānis's lips. "Call me whatever you want, love," she says with a sultry smile. "Just remember who I am tonight... and every other night for the rest of our lives." She straightens, motioning for Psycho to come closer. "And as for you, sweetheart," she adds, a mischievous glint in her eye, "you can thank me later for making sure he didn't forget." Psycho laughs softly, moving to stand beside Killer. Their hands brush against each other as they both watch Jānis, waiting for his answer.

Killer nods in agreement, her gaze still locked on Jānis's face. She knows exactly what he means, and she likes it. There's something very satisfying about being wanted like this - not just because she looks good, but because deep down, beneath all the costumes and disguises, there is something truly dangerous lurking inside her. Something that excites him. It makes her feel powerful, even invincible. And if this is how it makes him feel too, then all the better. As they continue to watch him, their fingers entwine gently, an unspoken understanding passing between them. They are predators, and he is their prey. But tonight, they play a game where the lines between hunter and hunted become blurred, and anything could happen. It makes Killer's heart race with anticipation, and she can tell by the way Psycho's eyes dart back and forth that she feels it too.

"Maybe," Killer muses with a wicked grin, "I'll let you thank me..." Her lips brush against Psycho's ear as she whispers, "Later." She squeezes the smaller woman's hand before returning her attention to Jānis. "For now though," she says in a husky voice, running her tongue along her bottom lip suggestively, "let's see what else we can remember..."

With a low laugh, Killer slips off Jānis once more, giving Psycho her chance to claim him again. As she watches them together, Killer decides that maybe she won't interfere quite so much this time around; letting Psycho take control might be just what she needs to get back into the swing of things. And who knows? Perhaps it will give Jānis an even better idea of who she really is. She hums softly to herself as she circles around behind him, her fingers idly trailing across his chest, stomach, and hips in gentle, teasing caresses. The music swirls around them, growing faster and wilder as the party reaches its peak.

As Psycho begins to speed up her movements on top of him, Killer leans forward, pressing her body against his and moving with him, their skin sliding against each other in a dance as sensual as it is intense. Her free hand comes up to cup one of his hardened nipples through his shirt, rolling it roughly between her thumb and forefinger while her breath fans across his ear, whispering dirty little promises that send shivers down his spine. With every touch, every movement, she feels herself growing closer to losing control yet again...and this time, when she does, there will be no stopping her.