You can RUB my wet pussy, but no PENETRATION! Halloween night (18 )
It was Halloween night, and the air was thick with excitement and mischief. The streets were filled with trick-or-treaters, their faces painted with lurid masks, their voices echoing through the dark alleyways. Amidst the chaos, a group of friends decided to have their own private celebration, a night of Halloween fun that would be etched in their memories forever.
Among them was a young woman named Lily, a fiery redhead with piercing green eyes and a mischievous sparkle in her gaze. She was dressed as a vampire, her lips painted a deep crimson, her skin pale as the moonlight that filtered through the eerie fog. Her friends were equally flamboyant in their costumes, a mad scientist, a cat burglar, and a zombie, their laughter ringing through the night.
As the evening wore on, they found themselves in an old abandoned warehouse, a remnant of the city’s industrial past. The building was dark and foreboding, the perfect setting for their twisted games. Lily, emboldened by the eerie atmosphere and the liquid courage from her drink, decided to take the lead. She turned to her friends, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
“Let’s play a game,” she purposed, her voice barely above a whisper. “A game of trust and temptation.”
Her friends exchanged knowing glances, their eyes glinting with curiosity and anticipation. “What do you have in mind?” the cat burglar asked, her voice a seductive purr.
Lily’s smile widened, her eyes flickering with a dangerous spark. “It’s simple,” she explained. “I’ll let each one of you… rub my wet pussy. But no penetration allowed.”
The air was thick with tension as her words hung in the air. The mad scientist was the first to step forward, drawn to Lily like a moth to a flame. “I’m in,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “But I get to go first.”
Lily nodded, a wicked gleam in her eye. She laid back on a pile of old crates, her skirt riding up to reveal her lacy black panties. The mad scientist knelt before her, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out to touch her. His fingers traced the outline of her panties, feeling the damp heat that emanated from her core.
Slowly, torturously, he slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, his touch gentle and exploratory. Lily gasped, her back arching off the crates as his fingers brushed against her most sensitive area. He rubbed her slowly, his touch feather-light and teasing, drawing out her pleasure.
The cat burglar watched, her eyes dark with envy and desire. She longed to be in the mad scientist’s place, to feel Lily’s wet heat against her own fingers. She licked her lips, her breathing becoming increasingly ragged as the scene before her unfolded.
The zombie, meanwhile, seemed to be the odd one out. He stood off to the side, watching the proceedings with a detached fascination. He wasn’t sure what he thought of this game, unsure of where his loyalties lay. But as he watched Lily’s face contort in pleasure, her moans echoing through the warehouse, he felt a stirring in his groin that he couldn’t ignore.
As the mad scientist continued his ministrations, Lily’s moans grew louder and more insistent. She could feel the tension building in her body, her muscles taut and aching for release. Just as she was about to climax, the cat burglar pushed the mad scientist aside and took his place.
The cat burglar’s touch was more aggressive, more demanding. She plunged two fingers deep inside Lily, her palm pressing against her clit. Lily cried out in surprise and pleasure, her hips bucking against the cat burglar’s hand.
The cat burglar set a relentless pace, her fingers pumping in and out of Lily’s wet pussy. Lily could feel herself teetering on the edge, this new stimulation pushing her closer and closer to ecstasy. Just as she was about to reach her peak, the cat burglar pulled her fingers out, leaving Lily teetering on the brink, unfulfilled.
Lily let out a frustrated groan, her body trembling with need. But before she could protest, the zombie stepped in to take the cat burglar’s place. His touch was unexpected, gentler than the others. He explored Lily’s body with a gentle reverence, his fingers tracing the contours of her curves, the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist.
As his fingers finally found her wetness, Lily gasped, her back arching off the crates once more. But the zombie’s touch was slow and deliberate, his fingers circling her clit with a maddening precision. Lily could feel the tension building again, her body wound tight like a bowstring.
Just as she was about to shatter, the zombie pulled away, leaving her throbbing and desperate for release. Lily whimpered, her body aching for completion. She looked up at her friends, her green eyes blazing with frustration and desire.
But before she could say anything, the mad scientist stepped forward once more. He knelt between her legs, his eyes locked on her face. “I think you’ve had enough of a taste,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “It’s time for the main course.”
And with that, he lowered his head and began to lap at her wetness, his tongue delving deep into her core. Lily cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close. The cat burglar and the zombie watched, their own desire growing with each passing moment.
As the mad scientist worked his magic, Lily felt the tension inside her building to a fever pitch. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, until finally, with a cried that echoed through the warehouse, she came undone.
Her body convulsed with pleasure, her muscles clenching and unclenching as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. The mad scientist continued his ministrations, prolonging her pleasure until she was spent and exhausted.
As she lay there, panting and sated, Lily looked up at her friends, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. “Well,” she said, her voice hoarse from her cries of pleasure. “That was fun. But I think it’s time we took this party elsewhere.”
And with that, the group gathered their things and headed out into the night, their Halloween celebration etched in their memories forever.
