“Trick or treat!” chorused the kids as the door creaked open, revealing a witch.
She admired their outfits, handing out sweets.
“There’s a red smear on your chin,” one had observed.
“Oh, just marmalade,” she chuckled, wiping it off.
As she shut the door, a mischievous smile graced her lips. Heart racing with anticipation, she descended into the dimly lit basement.
Her gaze was drawn to her lover’s bare, dripping pussy, her delicious sweet nectar tinged with a faint trace of crimson—proof of her former innocence.
“Where were we?” the witch purred, picking up the bloody dildo from the table.
