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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,”
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.
With a low growl, he assures me, “Don’t you ever say that you belong to another, or I’ll show you just how thoroughly you belong to us.”
Oh my!
I’m currently in a Hallowpeen sandwich, all I can think about is how close their pumpkins are to my pie.
HA!
“Just because my guts have been ripped out doesn’t mean I can’t rearrange yours.”
Oh my!!!
Grabbing me around my shoulders, a handsome man made of candy crawls out of the bowl and steps onto my front porch. Okay, that explains where the name comes from. He’s candy, he’s a dude, so ManCandy it is. That and he’s honestly really hot, a piece of eye candy for sure. Clearly the fearsome legend was passed down by upset men who didn’t like their girlfriends and wives hooking up with this caramelicious hunk.
Haha!
It’s so heavy, like someone shoved a to-go bag in my snatch filled with a combo meal and a large drink.
Haha!
