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.
