You've wandered into my lair and the magic hits you instantly. That tingle in your pants is no accident. While I carve my pumpkins with sultry innuendos, teasing the pulp between my fingers, I catch you squirming. Don't worry, I have big plans for that swelling in your pants.
I carve through both my pumpkins, and you can feel the energy building. I laugh seductively and tease you as I clean their guts, dropping them all onto the floor. Once they both have proper faces, the waiting comes to an end. I’m ready for you now.
I wave my hands, rearrange my lair, and suddenly you're on the floor at my throne while I smoosh my bare feet deep into the pumpkin guts and seeds, absorbing their harvest power. The sight of my messy, dirty feet dripping with pulp has you aching, and that's when I give the command: pull out that cock and stroke for me.
I guide you through every pump, edging you closer, making you wait. I shove my filthy witch feet in your face to smell, lick, and suck while you stroke for me. Just when you think you'll burst, I deny you a little longer. I’ll decide when you cum, pet. When I finally allow it, I wrap my slippery, pumpkin-covered feet around your cock and jerk you off until you explode.
Your load completes my spell. Now you're bound to me as my cum-fueled battery for the whole Halloween season. 🥵
