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Under a layer of pumpkin foreskin I can see the tip of the stem wanting to poke out. “My eyes are up here, Boo.”
My cheeks redden even deeper as I pull my stare from his uncircumcised seedhole.
Fuck, it is going to be hard to focus on finding her when I have a massive pumpkin pecker pushing up against me.
I’m currently in a Hallowpeen sandwich, all I can think about is how close their pumpkins are to my pie.
“Just because my guts have been ripped out doesn’t mean I can’t rearrange yours.”
"What's your name?"
"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours, Boo."
"I'm Asha."
"Mmm, Asha. If your name tastes this good, I wonder how decadent your pussy is."
I need to figure out exactly what being here means for me, and it’s clear their only plan is to fill me like a glass of pumpkin juice.
I really should be storming off to find Samantha and see if she can help me escape this nightmare town. 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.”
Do you want us to devour you like the treat you are?”
the only way I can be whole is to have my third Hallowpeen join this carnal tangle.
His producehood throbs against my tongue, the edge of his stemmed tip tickling my tonsils.