Dance With The Devil

"A "trick" for a naughty wife and a "treat" for a kinky husband."

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So this was the office Hallowe’en Pumpkin Party she was obligated to attend. No spouses. Dressed like that, no wonder the disguised male coworkers flock around her. I squeeze in, and quip that she looks very “horny” in the devil horns and body-hugging devil suit.

“You’ve no idea!” she whispers, her hand sliding from my shoulder to my bicep, “Care to dance with the devil, Batman?”

I grunt huskily as I explode into her mouth in the back room. She rises, wipes cum from her lips, and I rub her until she convulsed.

“Trick or treat!” I smile, lifting my mask.

Published 1 year ago

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