The pumpkin rocks and nearly tumbles. The table skids forward; this time, the pumpkin becomes unbalanced and rolls off. I hear a thud as it hits the ground.

I feel you shudder behind me, and your cock does the same as you cum deep inside me. You groan, pull out, and as we stand, we look down at the messes we just made.

"I'll clean up the pumpkin if you clean this mess," I say, indicating to my wet pussy.

"It's a deal." You say excitedly, crouching down.

I assess the cracked pumpkin. "Did you want pumpkin soup for dinner?"