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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.
Thousands of viewers across the world were the last to see her, but no one knows what happened to her. No one, except for the Hallowpeen.”
“Did you just say the fucking Hallopeen?! What even is that?”
“If I-CUP summons the Hallowpeen, then what’s next? Does typing 8008 into a device bring out the Boobyman?”
“I’m not always the best with big emotions, and I don’t always say the right thing, but I did bring you a beer.”
Maybe movies are to blame, but I hate looking into a mirror at night. There’s a very real fear of someone, or something, looking back at me that makes my stomach sink like I’m going to shit myself.
Oh, my gourd, the carved pumpkins lining the stairs have come to life!
He’s clearly strong as fuck, with biceps the size of a small tree trunk. But the biggest part of him isn’t his arms. It’s his cock.
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.
My cheeks redden even deeper as I pull my stare from his uncircumcised seedhole.
“Don’t you ever say that you belong to another, or I’ll show you just how thoroughly you belong to us.”
“Just because my guts have been ripped out doesn’t mean I can’t rearrange yours.”
“You look like you want to be that candy, Asha. Do you want us to devour you like the treat you are?”
In record time, my three monsters have peeled every layer of clothing off of me like I’m a sweet potato.
he sucks on me like he’s trying to milk my mound,
Reaching over to Gordy, my fingertips tingle with delight as I touch his pumpkinhood for the first time.
butternut balls.
I’ve always been a coffee girl, but being tea-bagged like this is more electrifying than any seasonal latte.
Like Halloween decorations hitting the shelves in July, they don’t make me wait any longer.
Jax's pumpkin pleasure pole,
An explosion of frothy sweetness, hints of nutmeg and cinnamon mixed with toasted pumpkin, pours from his cock as I’m filled with his pumpkin seed.
I’ve never wanted anything as much as I crave feeling Jax fill my pie with his pumpkin spice.
With a flick of his wrist, the lollipop starts to spin and whir, emitting a faint buzzing sound as ManCandy finds the speed he likes.
“Mmm, looks like you like the way I touch your jelly bean.”
Flicking what feels like a forked tongue, he strokes up my slit and dines on my pleasure pop.
sugar snatch
He strokes his hot pink sugar stick as he climbs back onto the bed. The way the edges jut out in every direction like a geode has me anticipating the way he's about to excavate my cave.
My eyes refuse to blink as the ribbed candy cock sheaths itself into my bubbling cauldron.
His balls bump against me, the massive jawbreakers gobsmacking my ass with each pump.
the only cavity he’s guilty of is the one he’s thrusting his cock into.
As he dumps his load, I’m suddenly grateful for the wrapper around his cock. More and more spills out as he rests inside of me. It’s so heavy, like someone shoved a to-go bag in my snatch filled with a combo meal and a large drink.
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.
I savor my monster’s cummy gummy while he pulls me back upright and holds me close to him.