I scooped out the pumpkin’s insides, feeling the slimy pulp squishing through my fingers. My neighbor, Jake, appeared at the fence separating our yards. With a tantalizing grin, he hopped over.
“Hey, Mindy, can I help? I’ve got something… a little extra.” His eyes sparkled with mischief.
I giggled and made room for him. In one fluid motion, he removed his trousers and underwear. His cock jutted firmly from a nest of pumpkin innards, and he smirked.
“Thought I’d add some extra texture,” he said.
Five stars, I thought as I got down on my knees.
