Under the harvest moon's spell, the scarecrow's straw-filled body transformed into a stunning redhead. Her desire to break the pumpkin field curse led her to seduce the villagers. With each encounter, her insatiable pussy devoured their life-giving seed as she lured them into the depths of perilous euphoria. When the hundredth man plunged into her gushing, throbbing core, a primal surge of power coursed through her with h...
The pumpkin’s candles lit the room. It was Joaquim’s turn to spin the bottle. It stopped, pointing at me. “Trick or treat?” they asked. I was already down to my underwear. I had no wish to end up naked. “Treat!” I said. “Suck Eduardo’s cock until he comes.” How was I to know Eduardo was under a gypsy curse? “Cum in mouth! Cum in mouth!” chanted the room as I blew him vigorously. ‘I can’t come in your mouth,” Eduardo whisp...
"Honestly, Val, who spends Valentine's Day hunting all over the city for a damned Ouija Board?" "Did you or did you not specifically say that we could do anything I wanted today?" "Well, yes. But I assumed that meant going to see a chick flick or an art museum. Not scouring the town's resale and consignment shops looking for a ridiculous board game. Why can't we simply go to the department store or toy store to purchase a...
My wife is as terrified as I, fleeing with me through the dark and constricted alleyways of an old and decrepit city. The air is thick with the stench of refuse and the smell of food cooking over open flames as we pass between the cramped and overcrowded tenements that rise like cliffs around us.This woman, whom I believe to be my wife, pleads with me to find help or escape, but we both know there is none to be found. We...
