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“Oh no!” Dean stands up and cries in agony. “She fell victim to the unskippable ads! The horror!”
but no one knows what happened to her. No one, except for the Hallowpeen.”
“The Hallowpeen comes and jacks you off at night, refusing to leave until your peen is as hollow as his soul, muahahaha,”
“You’ll be fine. Just spell out I-CUP three times and it shows up.
“That’s not the only thing that worked tonight, Boo.” The deep voice to my left makes my heart stop, but more frightening is how it also makes my pussy clench.
If the rough-hewn ridges on his face weren’t enough to identify him, the ribbing running up and down his cock certainly are. I reach my hand up, and the Hallowpeen pulls me to my feet.
Make that, three massive jack-o'-lanterns,
The hand holding mine gives me a gentle squeeze, and I look down and notice his fingernails are manicured pumpkin seeds.
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.
I pull my stare from his uncircumcised seedhole.
“but getting back is a bit complicated. It hasn’t happened in a long time.”
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.”
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.
his pointed pumpkin seed nails,
“Let’s take her inside and show our new guest how we peen in Peentown.”
Gordy put a raspberry on my nipple until the bitter cold sinks into my skin. The sight of it resting on my curves like a winter hat for my breasts
I work up and down his ridges like I’m moving through a corn maze.
As I drink down every drop, I notice that his cum is made of pumpkin seeds the size of mini chocolate chips.
“Mmm, looks like you like the way I touch your jelly bean.” I don’t know how I feel about my clit being referred to as a jelly bean,