Zombie Halloween

Destiny Cruz steps out on Halloween night in a skintight devil-girl getup—red latex so short it barely covers her cheeks, tiny horns peeking out of wild curls, thigh-highs digging into soft flesh, wicked heels clicking across cracked asphalt. She’s not hunting candy; she’s hunting cock. Her pussy’s already wet at the thought of finding Stirling, that heavy bulge of his too thick to miss in a crowd. She’s ready to shove him against the nearest headstone, drop to her knees, and see if the devil horns stay on while she swallows him down to the root. If Stirling’s still hiding, she plans to make enough noise doing it that he won’t stay gone long.