Glowing eyes stared back at Richard as he withdrew from Samantha’s arse.

“You really want this?” he asked, approaching the Jack-O-Lantern above the bed with cock in hand.

“You really want forgiveness?”

One look at her insatiable eyes convinced him. Jizz splattered across the menacing orange visage, dripping onto the redhead’s face below. With the last drop, his satiated sigh turned to screams and her ecstatic cries to cackles as he burst into flames and disappeared into the carved maw.

Samantha plucked a single seed from the ashes.

“I hope you make a better pumpkin than you did a boyfriend.”