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To all the Halloqueens dreaming of sexy masked men who swap spit—and other stuff—for funsies… This one’s for you.
Call me Myrtle and strap a Life Alert around my neck because the thought of leaving the house after ten pm makes me wanna “slip” down a flight of stairs.
“If we can’t touch you, I need you to do it. Need you soaking wet by the time you get us inside you.”
“And she’s gonna feel even better when I’m in there, too. But first, she needs to be dripping.”
“Yeah? Does that big cock feel good inside you while you get your pussy licked?”
“Jesus-fucking-Christ, I was worried. I thought they took you out back and killed you or something.” Yeah, killed this pussy.
“Oh, I so fucked them, and it was better than a pail full of candy. Happy Halloween to meee.”
