I open the eye not cum-glued shut and scream, spying the flesh-filled ghost. What the…
Flashbacks hit me.
Bourbon. Barbie’s bountiful breasts. Bourbon. Costumed cocksuckers.
The ghost floats higher as delicious details materialize. My duplicated vampire costume had enabled my masked cheating at the hotel’s ball.
Still fuzzy, but… witches! Three in our hotel room with nipples pointed at me. Pussies flooded my face. Siphoned cock. Wrecked ass. Fingernails ripped sheets and—
The door opens, interrupting my recollections. It’s my wife! “Here you are—”
My cum-sticky, handcuffed, spread-eagle nakedness reveals all and as her fangs descend the lil’ ghost quivers.
