The Flavor of Halloween

It's like a wine tasting, a sip here, a gulp there.

A flash of breast, a touch of my hand and they beg for my lips, my tongue.

So accommodating as they strip, welcoming me to the feast, pulsing between my lips.

I slither up their bodies ... wetly rubbing ... sliding ... teasing ...

My tongue tastes as nipples pebble beneath it.

Their hearts race faster. Their bouquet rises in waves as I salivate. My tongue savors the salty skin. I nuzzle, feeling their life beating against my aching teeth.

The insertion goes deep ... pulsing ... wet ...

Red hot nectar flows over my tongue.

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