My witchy wife gazes up seductively at me with her bright blue eyes.

“Mmmmm, thank you for picking out the pumpkin spice flavor.” She coos, slathering the lube onto my hardened cock.

My eyes roll back into my skull as I feel the warmth of her mouth close around its tip.

“Nnnnngggggggh," I groan in reply, feeling the shiver of arousal run up the back of my legs. "Whatever makes you happy, doll.”

"Or whatever it takes to get some head,"  I think to myself. Too bad Halloween isn't year-round.