All Hallows' Haunt

by Kenna Bellrae

“Fuck my butt!”

Let the haunt begin, Little Fox.

I looked down, and with each stroke, his cock distended my abdomen and the feeling of ecstasy tightened.

Fucking excuse me???

Looking at him was a cosmic collision; Mars met Neptune and everything fell away.

Gods above, I’m never going to recover from the way she says my name.