Halloween Special Beautiful Maxine Has Fun With Big Dick In Scary Forest
The Mistress of Mischief Takes Charge
The leaves crunched under Maxine’s boots as she sauntered through the eerie forest, her figure cloaked in the guise of a sexy witch. The orange glow of the falling leaves and her black miniskirt made for an alluring contrast against the content of life, and her ample chest threatened to spill out of her low-cut corset with each step.
Scanning the unsettling tree line, Maxine licked her lips seductively, teasing the mouth-watering familiarity of that big, hard dick she craved. Her destination was nearing, and so was that glorious meat she couldn’t wait to wrap her big, juicy lips around. The cool air did little to stifle her rising heat, and her slick slit began to throb with anticipation.
Suddenly, Maxine froze. Did she hear a twig snap in the distance? Her heart raced with excitement, recognize that somebody was watching her every move. She smiled, knowing exactly what that meant. Game time.
Swiveling around dramatically, she caught sight of something peeking out from behind a tree. Bom! Maxine sauntered over, putting extra sway in her hips, her fingers beckoning. As she neared, she noticed the outline of a girthy bulge straining against the fabric of some weird nature creature’s shorts. Maxine could barely contain her euphoria. Not only would tonight’s delightful trick produce a treat, but it was obvious from that huge package that she was in store for the biggest, most delectable treat of all – the succulent, thick, pumpkin-bountiful cock she was certain was hiding behind that howling mask.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the handsome wolf-man,” Maxine cooed. The creature pulled down its mask, revealing a delicious smile. “Aww, honey bunny, I wonder what kind of furry fun we can get into tonight?”
With that, Maxine yanked the wolf man by his belt buckle, felling him to the ground. Her quivering hands undid the gusset of his shorts in record time, and out sprung the immense phallus she had been gagging for. Maxine’s eyes grew wide at the sight of the shiny, fitnessy, wonder worm. It winked back at her as it bounced merrily, celebrating its freedom from those constricting confines.
“Oh, mama,” Maxine purred. She climbed on top, straddling the wolf man’s waist. Slowly, teasingly, she lowered her sex-starved snatch onto his tubesteak. “Oh, oh, ohhh.” They both moaned in unison as Maxine’s tight tunnel engulfed his entire length.
“Yesss,” Maxine hissed in ecstasy. She began to bounce, her huge, bouncy boobies slapping against her chest like the drippings off a Halloween lollipop. “Mmm, you fill me up so good, big boy.”
The wolf man reached up, grabbing Maxine’s plump booty, spreading the apple cheeks wide so he could slide his puckering pimplepole between them. They grunted and squealed in delight as Maxine continued her horizontal dance, grazing her clit on the wolf man’s pelvis. She could feel his gruesome great grandpa sack slap against her coosuzy cushions. Each thrust pounded against her swamp donk, her anaconda dumpster smacking violently against his executioner.
“Hey handsome, guess what? You’re about to make pumpkin pie out of my mummey,” Maxine declared, landing a big, loud, juicy wet, loving kiss on the wolf man’s fluffy lips. “I’m going to suck the cum right out of your pumpkin patch.”
With that, she swished off the dog boy’s bit, releasing an enormous hose. Jack-o’-lantern lips wrapped themselves around the mushroom head, drawing in inch after wet, pulsating inch. Maxine bobbed her head up and down, lathing the entire length with her soft tongue. Her nose tickled his Forest of the Moon, as caramel-skinned fingers grasped his strapping handfuls. The wolf man howled his delight to the moon, his fists grasping her tousled tresses.
Maxine popped off the candy cane, a string of slobber connecting tip to lips. “Mmm, you sure taste good, Casper,” she purred. “Gonna shoot your jizzunk all over my face?” She recommended hub by lastailing her soft, milky marshmallows and cuppy-cake cunt at his spooky sp tồn, flipping her hair and tongue out seductively. “C’mon, do me! Do me!” The wolf man’s wolf arm protested, grasping her genitalia in a death grip.
“Stow away all his wrapped wrappers and more for another day,” Maxine yelled gleefully as she felt his bobbing bulger twitch in excitement. She quaked, clawing his ears with her grown, manicured nails, delighting in the amaranth of their debauchery. Finally, with a rushing yee-haw, Maxine felt a howling burst of warm, sweet honeydew splash into her wet, welcoming jungle.
Both collapsed in a satisfied heap, Maxine snuggling close to the wolf man’s rarely furry chest. She looked up at the lit jack-o’-lanterns hanging from the trees, the flickering flame dancing in the night sky. Maxine sighed, grateful for nights like these, where she could unleash her primal lust with a perfect stranger in the throes of nature. Just two naughty, horny adults having some sexy, wild, Halloween fun.
Maxine giggled and climbed to her knees, dusting herself off. She liked the streaks of dirt and stain on her playful, pumpkin princess outfit. “Guess we better get a move on, babe. Can’t be missing out on all the rest of the cool stuff.”
With that, Maxine collected her slutty witch hat and sauntered off down the path, leaving her wolf man lover stammering after. Some costumes were made for keeping warm on a chilly Halloween night. Others were made to strike sparks and kindle desires underneath. And Maxine had been wearing the perfect Halloween costume to make naughty things happen.
