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Its head was the most terrifying, because how could anything with such a wide girth ever fit inside her? The head’s base was bulbous and pulsing like a living heart, the thin orange skin stretched taut across the swollen organ. The rest of the head was cone-shaped like a sharpened pencil, with a round hole right at its tip. The hole pulsed, too, opening and closing as if in a sucking motion.
He tasted like pumpkin spice syrup, only with a sharper tang, more ginger, less sweetness. The texture was creamy, sliding down her throat like melted chocolate.
“You taste like Halloween,” she said.
Jack thrust in her open mouth, filling it with the head of his cock, while her palm cupped his sack, heavy with balls. All four of them.
For an unfathomable reason, she didn’t gag as he pushed himself deep inside her mouth. It must have been his Halloween magic.
and my magical pumpkin lube.”
The label read: Organic Pumpkin Spice Syrup. Contains monster semen, drink responsibly.
