On your knees my slutty bee. Inhale the scent of your Queen. If not the nectar draws slutty bees, Then how do you come here? On my knees and at your whim, My Queen rules our garden. Then gorge yourself on the flowing stream, Upon the feast you draw from me. My slutty bee, drink the nectar, From dew kissed petals on display. Oh, my Queen quivers at my, Suckling lips and greedy tongue. Rise my slutty bee and feed me. Bruise...

The pumpkin is carved and perched upon the step. The porch light glows. He doesn’t see me, but I’ll change that. A few ingredients, some magic words, and the deed is done. ***** He swiftly pounds upon my door. His eyes are hot and breathing heavy. He reminds me of wildfire. Clothing discarded before he pushes me against the wall. He pierces my depths, reaching my core. Bodies collide in a flurry of groping hands and tremb...

Trick or Treat, the stars are out. Pumpkins carved, short and stout. The breeze is turning, it's now time, To sate this lust, it is no crime. My pussy weeps, my nipples taut. I've a need, my spell's been wrought. He now enters, wanting more. Floorboards lift, he slams the door. Lustful kisses, scratch and bite, This union looks much like a fight. Driving need shakes my bed. Screams are enough to wake the dead. My body tre...