‘Hello.’
I was about to climax but stopped rubbing my clit when I saw who was calling. I felt a pang upon seeing the pumpkin on the chimney.
‘Well?’
‘Well, what, mom?’
‘It’s your 18th Halloween, and you haven’t been able to cast a spell. It’s your last chance to prove you’re a witch! Your inheritance is at stake!’
She hung up.
My pussy dripped. I leered at the ceramic cat that should’ve come to life and screamed, ‘Kaaatzen.’ Surprisingly, a thick smoke covered it and was replaced by a 6.5ft stud offering me a glorious erection.
‘Trick or treat.’
