I command you to pull out your cock and stroke for me while I carve. I tease you with every innuendo, digging my fingers into the wet pumpkin pulp as I guide your hand. You edge for me, building a huge load, until my first pumpkin is done. But its mouth is lopsided. You distracted me, so you don't get to cum yet. Bad pumpkin slaves wait.
My second pumpkin is smaller, and I keep working you closer and closer to the edge as I carve and clean, my sultry voice driving your strokes. When the last cut is finished, I give you the command you've been aching for: cum inside my pumpkin. You obey, because you can't help yourself.
Your load completes my Halloween spell. With your life energy and the pumpkin harvest's power, my magic is refilled. Oh, and you're bound to me for the entire season. You're my cum-fueled battery now, and you're going to love every second of it.
