Hallowpeen
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Read between October 29 - October 30, 2024
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“Did you just say the fucking Hallopeen?! What even is that?”
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“The Hallowpeen comes and jacks you off at night, refusing to leave until your peen is as hollow as his soul, muahahaha,”
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“If I-CUP summons the Hallowpeen, then what’s next? Does typing 8008 into a device bring out the Boobyman?”
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His engorged gourdhood’s orange surface is slicked with froth, like a whipped topping on a pumpkin spice latte. Inch by inch, I stare in awe at his immeasurable length that dangles in front of me. The fluted base curves away from his body, jutting out like a butternut squash. Under a layer of pumpkin foreskin I can see the tip of the stem wanting to poke out.
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I’m currently in a Hallowpeen sandwich, all I can think about is how close their pumpkins are to my pie.
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“Let’s take her inside and show our new guest how we peen in Peentown.”
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I’ve always been a coffee girl, but being tea-bagged like this is more electrifying than any seasonal latte.
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I know what I ought to want, and it isn’t hallowpeen. I came here to find another person, and I should be begging to get back home. But what I found instead was the chance to have the ultimate pumpkin spice experience, three horny and attentive men of legend who only want me. If I never go home, I think I’ll be just fine.
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He reaches under his plastic skirt, and with a quick, fluid motion he rips his condom off his rigid form. A latex pop fills the air as a gigantic bag of gummy bears comes out, neatly packaged in his wrapper.