Hallowpeen

by Holly Wilde

But the biggest part of him isn’t his arms. It’s his cock.

pumpkin foreskin

I pull my stare from his uncircumcised seedhole.

Somehow, what I thought was a trick is turning into a treat.

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.”

Am I really getting seduced by jack-o’-lanterns from another dimension? Simply put, yes.

butternut balls.

pumpkin pleasure pole,

pumpkin pecker

I’m gonna pump my seed up in your guts so fucking hard you’ll swear you were born a pumpkin, too.”