✨🎃 ✨💜✨🎃✨ A woman whose costume appears to be cat ears and cl..

✨🎃 ✨💜✨🎃✨ A woman whose costume appears to be cat ears and cleavage has been making eyes with you at your buddy’s Halloween party all night. You don’t think you recognize her but she’s been very…friendly, flashing you smiles and biting her lip while twirling a strand of her hair- and was that really a wink or are you just a little tipsy??? Before you even really get the chance to decide, she’s slinked over to your side of the room, slipped her hand into yours and is guiding you away from your (now quite jealous) friends to a quieter part of the house. A delicious scent of cloves and vanilla swirls in the air behind her as you’re walking, her ass bouncing through the tears in her shorts that can hardly be considered real clothing. You’re still not exactly sure why this is happening but your eyes are glued to those beautiful cheeks, so you’re completely mesmerized as she heads to an open guest room. “There, now we can get to know each other,” she purrs and closes the door behind you. “Come sit with me.” Like an excited but well trained puppy, you’re sitting down before she even finishes her sentence. “You’re friends with the guy who lives here, right?” You nod, still mostly confused but now also amazed, as the lighting in this room hugs her most delicious shadows, her tits and her thighs now almost irresistibly touchable. “I’ve heard some pretty sweet things about you…something about walking around in your boxers all night at a party after giving a girl your clothes who got drenched in punch or something…?” You’ve only just started planning which of your friends is most likely to get a punch in the shoulder for their loose lips when she starts tracing her fingers along the edges of her top, leading your eyes back again to her mouth-watering cleavage. Your mind redirects to appreciation for whomever left out the fact that you were the one who accidentally spilled the punch on that woman in the first place. “Uhm yeah, that was me,” you say, working some more confidence into your voice by the end. She leans over towards you and smiles, her tits now pressing so much against her top you hope they might actually spill out. “I reaaaally like good boys,” she says nearly whispering, and once again that sweet scent is fogging your mind, caressing your senses and begging you closer. She pulls herself up onto her feet but stays low as she turns her back to you, another sweet and yet devious smile spreading across her face over her shoulder as she bends her cheeks in your direction. “Will you be a good boy with me…?” You’re nodding again but now with your mouth ajar. You don’t even have time to fully recover yourself before she’s popped a hard, pink nipple out of her bra and starts playing with it… ✨🎃✨💜✨🎃✨ TO BE CONTINUED…(in one hour lol)