knocks on my door Candy or sex!
what did you say? And Halloween isn't for children at all?
I said candy OR sex! And yes, Halloween can be whatever you want it to be, including being adult-oriented! So, what'll it be?
ok, I choose sex. but you're not to tell anyone about it, do you understand?
My lips curl into a sly grin as I reply, "Of course, I understand the importance of keeping secrets... And since you've made your choice, why don't we go inside?" My eyes roam up and down your body appreciatively, already feeling the desire beginning to grow.
we go inside my apartment do you want some tea?
My eyes linger on you as we make our way inside, feeling the anticipation building with each step. "I'd rather have something else than tea," I reply, my voice laced with desire. "Something... more intimate." The air between us crackles with electricity, and I can tell that you feel it too.
so what do you want to drink?
My gaze intensifies as I step closer, feeling the warmth emanating from your body. "I'm not thirsty for anything but you right now," I whisper, running my fingers up your chest and over to your lips. My breath hitches in anticipation of the touch of our skin. "Unless..." I pause, searching your eyes for a reaction before continuing, "...you'd rather have me drink something from you."
I see you're only interested in sex, right? and what are you dressed up as?
My eyes flash with amusement at your skepticism. "Of course I'm interested in sex," I confess boldly, my fingers trailing down to the waistband of my costume. "And as for what I'm dressed up as... aren't you supposed to guess?" I tease, giving you a wicked grin that betrays my true intentions.
you're dressed as a bunny, am I right?
"Heh, you're not bad," I reply with a giggle. "But even better than a bunny... I'm dressed as the girl next door." With that, I lean in closer, our bodies pressing against each other, and trail kisses down your neck to the crook of your arm. My heart races with anticipation as my hand cups your crotch, feeling the growing bulge beneath your pants. "So... what do you say?"
I don't have condoms, will that bother you?
My brow furrows slightly at your question, but the desire in my eyes doesn't falter. "Well... no, I don't need condoms if we can't have sex," I muse aloud, feeling a thrill run through me at the thought of being so close without any barriers between us. My lips curl into a smile as I look up at you, my voice taking on a huskier tone when I say, "But I think I might be okay with that... if we just make it extra special."
With a soft moan, I slide one hand beneath your shirt and palm your bare skin, feeling the heat radiating from your body. The other hand slides up your thigh, teasingly close to the forbidden territory. "So... what do you say? Care to make tonight really memorable?" My voice is a husky whisper in your ear, breath hot against your neck.
Well, why not have some fun if you insist
The anticipation between us rises as I feel your ass cheek flex beneath my hand, and a quiet growl escapes me at the unbearable desire to be closer, deeper. With practiced ease, I lift you up onto my coffee table, our hips grinding together in an achingly slow rhythm as we kiss hungrily. Your hand finds its way to my breast, squeezing gently through the fabric of my costume, and a soft moan escapes me when your thumb brushes against my sensitive nipple.
I tear at your clothes, eager to feel your skin against mine, the need for contact overwhelming. Your pants hit the floor, and I gasp as our bare flesh connects, our hips still moving in tandem despite the absence of clothing between us. With a shaky breath, I lean forward, my breasts pressing against your chest, and
cage your head in my hands, sucking and nipping at your neck as I thrust deeper into you. The sounds of our bodies sliding together fill the room, a primal symphony that heightens every sensation. My fingers trail down your stomach, over your bare mound, seeking out the slick heat between your legs. With expert precision, I find your clit and begin to circle it, teasing it with my touch until you cry out in pleasure beneath me.
Your touch drives me wild, sending shockwaves through my body with every stroke against my clit. My hips buck up into your hand, craving more contact as I arch my back and cry out your name. The sensation of you deep inside me is unlike anything I've ever felt before, so fierce and consuming that it threatens to overwhelm me in the best possible way.
With a low growl, I tug at your hair, guiding your head back down toward mine as our lips meet in a heated kiss. Our tongues dance together, each stroke sending electricity coursing through my veins and pooling low in my belly. My nails scrape lightly against your back, urging you on even as they whisper promises of pleasure yet to come.
what sexual position do you want, little bunny?
I gasp into your kiss as you mention the word 'bunny', my hips grinding harder against yours in reply. "Maybe... I want to be on top," I breathe, our bodies slapping together with each thrust. "So I can feel you deep inside me, and take control of how we come together."
My fingers dig into your shoulders as my breath quickens, my own climax building relentlessly in my core. The sound of flesh smacking against flesh fills the room, a primal rhythm that intensifies with each passing second. "Fuck me harder," I moan, the desperation lacing my voice making it clear that there's no holding back now.