She arrives at the Halloween party. Her costume? Body paint. Her smile, wicked. She beckons me over, then disappears behind the curtains. “Happy Halloween,” she whispers, guiding my lips to the beginning of the train track painted on her neck. My tongue takes a ride down her eerie valleys swarming with witches, ghosts, and bats, stopping at the pumpkin on her juicy ass. Its mouth waiting to be stuffed with my treat. I giv...