Hallowpeen

by Holly Wilde

“The Hallowpeen comes and jacks you off at night, refusing to leave until your peen is as hollow as his soul, muahahaha,”

My cheeks redden even deeper as I pull my stare from his uncircumcised seedhole.

But, 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.”

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.

Though he might resemble an oversized pumpkin, I suspect there are no GMOs here, just pure, organic power packed with devilish delights.

In record time, my three monsters have peeled every layer of clothing off of me like I’m a sweet potato.

Pleasure and pain is the trick-or-treat way, and I’m surprised to find myself ready for both.

He pulses under my touch, throbbing even harder once I wrap my palm around him and start to jerk my jack-o'-lantern.

My only answer to him is the wet smacking of my lips as I suction around his butternut balls.

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But what I found instead was the chance to have the ultimate pumpkin spice experience,

“Claim me like a ghost takes hold of a haunted house.”

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.

As I drink down every drop, I notice that his cum is made of pumpkin seeds the size of mini chocolate chips.

However, there’s only one question that I am dying to have answered, is his cock also made of candy?

I do want this, and it’s not just because he’s made me hornier than a deviled egg.

“Oh aren’t you the most tempting toy in the box,

He’s rock hard for me, literally because his cock is made of crystalized sugar.

The way the edges jut out in every direction like a geode has me anticipating the way he's about to excavate my cave.

His balls bump against me, the massive jawbreakers gobsmacking my ass with each pump.

Whoever said candy is bad for the body clearly never hooked up with a candy monster.

It’s so heavy, like someone shoved a to-go bag in my snatch filled with a combo meal and a large drink.