There she was, sitting on her front porch, trick-or-treaters have long finished emptying her basket. She's still dressed as a sexy warewolf.

The chill of the light October breeze brought goosebumps to her skin, her skin glowing orange from the spooky candlelit pumpkin carvings.

Watching through the window is her boyfriend, in absolute control of the sex toy buried deep, slowly pulsing and vibrating between her legs all night.

She starts to let go, panting, writhing, on all fours. Panting, now howling at the full moon.

Her screeching howls from deep within echo, reverberating through the almost silent neighbourhood.