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If I were in charge of story time, everyone would be sharing adventures with masked men who give out hand necklaces and call you Princess.
“The Hallowpeen comes and jacks you off at night, refusing to leave until your peen is as hollow as his soul, muahahaha,”
“My eyes are up here, Boo.”
Somehow, what I thought was a trick is turning into a treat.
“Don’t you ever say that you belong to another, or I’ll show you just how thoroughly you belong to us.”
“You’re ours, and we would never let him play with you.”
“Just because my guts have been ripped out doesn’t mean I can’t rearrange yours.”
"I'd hit that anytime, anyplace, Boo,"
But all I want to do is get back in the middle of their pumpkin patch and have them plow my field deep into the night.
“Let’s take her inside and show our new guest how we peen in Peentown.”
if I really wanted to keep you close, there’s no way you could escape me.”
Can I really fuck the monster I’ve run from my entire life?
It’s just me, my torn fishnets, and candied rope, laid bare before my sugar daddy.
Whoever said candy is bad for the body clearly never hooked up with a candy monster.
“Let me guess, mind-blowing orgasm courtesy of a devilish pumpkin man?”