Hallows Eve 1790.
Molly Addams was fleeing for her life. She was running through the gnarled trees of the forbidden Sleepy Hollow forest, carrying a pumpkin lantern to guide her way through this doomed venture. This town whore was being hunted by the demonic, headless horseman on his unholy steed. The sound of its thunderous hooves rang in her ears, fueling her fear. Eventually, she dropped her guiding light and collapsed against a tree. Her heart pounding, her mind racing with useless, fearful thoughts. The sound of the horses' hooves stopped as well.
Molly slowly turned around, pressing her back against the tree until finally, she faced what she'd been running from. The horseman dismounted his steed and drew out a long, thick blade. Molly Addams dranks in the terrifying, statuesque figure before her. Then, a thought occurred to her; it was a kind thought that put her at ease and gave her a strange sense of excitement.
Molly pulled herself to her full height and untied her red cloak, letting it fall to the leafy ground. She straightened her posture, pushing her shoulders back and her chest forward, making her large, pale breasts look even more impressive in the smoky moonlight. She put on her best subtle, sultry smile and walked toward the horseman swaying her hips so the hem of the dress swished the ground.
The horseman stayed his murderous charge as she neared him, sensing Molly’s lack of fear confused and intrigued him. As she stood in front of him, the horseman lowered his sword. Molly put a warm hand on his breast where his black, cold, unbeating heart lay underneath.
“My dear Horseman,” she said, looking up at the place atop his shoulders where his head should be, “You've been slashing and slaying in this forest for many years trying to find that handsome head that was stolen from you many moons ago. I’d wager you still have wants and needs as any man. If you had a mouth to kiss, I would show you I have the softest lips in Sleepy Hollow.” She smiled wickedly. “Perhaps there’s another part of you I could kiss...”
As she spoke, Molly slid her palm down his leather britches and her fingers deftly untied the laces. She lowered slowly down to her knees and pulled out the horseman's semi-erect pale cock. It ran nearly half the length of her forearm, easily eight inches, and the shaft was as thick as his sword.
Taking it in her hands, she began to slowly rub it up and down. She playfully gave it kitten-like licks on the tip. After her licking, she slowly slid her pillow-soft lips over his tip, working his cock deeper into her warm mouth with each push. The Horseman reached down, ripping the front of her dress, and placed his leathery hand on her soft, ample breast. His nimble fingers kneaded and pulled on her pink nipple. His fondling made Molly’s venus mound slick and she let out a moan from her stuffed mouth. Her ecstasy resonated on the Horseman's cock. He grabbed her hair and fucked her face. He moved his hips in desperate thrusts, pushing his swollen cock further down the mortal whore’s throat. Molly Addams took it. She took it all the way down, for was she not the best whore in Sleepy Hollow?!