“Trick!” he replied hesitantly to the costumed Domme donning the strap-on on his doorstep.

Forcing her way in, seconds later, he was impaled on her false phallus.

Made to comply, his pants at his ankles, he groaned while bent over the dining room table. With one hand on his cock, the other reddening his cheeks, she stabbed his clenching ass till his seed splashed on the floor.

“No more tonight?”

“Probably not. Bring the pumpkin in and kill the lights. We’ll clean that up in the morning. Let’s go to bed, baby!”

“I used to hate Halloween!”