Pumpkin carving Stories

Clarice opened the box and bent her legs. Naked, sitting in an armchair, her slit was sweating, juice was dripping from her vulva, wetting her fingers and the cock she held. The buzzing and light of the fireplace filled the room. The flickering light made the atmosphere more intimate and erotic. Clarice moaned, invaded by the long, thick penis. "Jesus!" A face witnessed the scene, the yellow light illuminated the eyes and...