Flicker
Everyone knows you shouldn’t pop your cherry on Hallowe’en…
The candlelight burned bright behind the empty eyes of the hollow pumpkin, its fixed grimace of a smile gleefully egging the lust-filled teenagers on. The candlelight shone on sweat-soaked skin, gleaming off wet folds of flesh explored by eager tongues, insistent fingers, and a proud, taut cock. The candlelight shone brightly in the darkness, a beacon in the black, bringing forth creatures of the night. Winged beasts, mul...