I’m thinking about a Halloween party this year. One of those kind where you wear a costume and keep your identity secret. It makes things so much hotter. I finger my pussy as I fantasize about it.
I see you across the room. You are dressed as Wolfman, wearing a furry cape and a demonic fanged mask. I’m an ice queen, in layers of white satin and taffeta with a veil covering my face. I motion for you to follow me to a back room. You come up behind me and I feel you cup my tits. I moan as I feel your cock against my skin and I go to my knees to worship it. My lips part as I take you into my mouth. The big bulbous head is throbbing already as you pump it into my throat. “Fuck me, beast.” I beg. You yank me to my feet and skin me around, roughly. You bend me over, lifting my skirt, and push my panties to one side. I hear you breathing heavily as you ram 10 inches of veiny meat into my wet gash. I’m being fucked by an animal, a furry monster. I can feel your knot within me as you hump me. I can take no more. The feel of your furry nuts against my skin as you use me like a bitch in heat sends me over the edge. “Oh, Wolfie. Your big penis feels so good. Give your Queen some cum.” I hiss.
Your stroke becomes erratic as your cock bursts inside of my wet gash. You grip my hips tightly and howl at the moon as you shoot gobs of beast-goo deep inside of me.
I smile as I head back to the party, feeling a drop of slime run down my inner thigh. Time to find me a sissy to clean up this mess. Happy Howl-o-weenie.
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