HALLOWEEN 2020 – Princess Yasmine wishes a pussy full of cum
The night was dark and crisp, perfect for trick-or-treating. But for Princess Yasmine, Halloween had other, more naughty plans in store. The curvy Latina teen had spent weeks preparing her costume – a sultry, sexy Princess Jasmine getup that hugged every luscious curve. The shimmering purple crop top barely contained her bountiful bust, while the matching harem pants clung to her round, juicy ass.
Yasmine twirled before the mirror, admiring the way the outfit accentuated her hourglass figure. She felt powerful and desirable, like a true princess. But deep down, she craved something more… Something forbidden. Something that would make her feel truly wicked.
Slinking out into the night, the barely-clad vixen began making her way to the annual Halloween bash hosted by her town’s wealthiest and most depraved elite. As she walked, Yasmine felt the leering stares of intoxicated men drinking in the sight of her jiggling tits and wobbling ass. It only spurred on her growing lust.
Arriving at the lavish mansion, Yasmine strutted in like she owned the place, setting fire to every pair of pants in her path. Drinks were practically thrown at her by eager hands, and she gratefully gulped them down, feeling the alcohol buzzing in her brain, lowering her inhibitions.
She sauntered over to a group of cloaked figures, chatting in low, seductive tones, not caring how forward her sexual innuendos were. The fivesome made their way upstairs to a dimly lit room. Yasmine sensed danger. These were not the kind of men who wanted only her company. But the thrill of the unknown drove her on.
Once inside, it quickly became apparent that her dark suspicions were correct. These weren’t drunk nobodies but babysitter-murdering ghosts and ball-shriveling boogeymen up to no good. And the young princess badly wanted to know what.
“Well, boys,” she purred, batting her long lashes. “Looks like someone wants to play.” She started with disposable wrappers and levitated the contents from inside slick holes and hollow cavities, skillfully manipulating these foreign objects to their mutual pleasure. The sensation of stretching the limits of young flesh and potent seed visibly thrilled them.
Her sensuous, lingering kisses were carded across lips and below against planes of basketball-sized cheeks twice; fire started with tongues dancing between them. Low heaves and groans were exchanged between the exchange of fluids. Puppy dog eyes and desert-dry traits were used to conjure wet love spells Adolescent fantasies unfolded, and delicate digits probed into hair-trigger coils, working like cheap escape artists.
There was no stopping now, and Yasmine continued to service the lust-crazed horror icons, her body dripping with sweat and semen. Her tits bounced hypnotically as she shoved a gargantuan ghost-manhood deep into her tight, virginal cunny. The spirit made her, ah yes yes, ah-eeee, aahh-uhhh, ummy fu-fu… bp-pllbh bplubs in ecstasy. But instead of the reward she desperately craved, she got nothing. zip zip zip. Nothing. Pointless. She wasn’t about to give up that easily though.
Yasmine exited the now-seedy mansion, dripping with ectoplasm and male juices. Her monstrous cumslut tastes had been satiated for one night, but she knew more carnal delights awaited. Halloween was young, and the slutty princess had a whole night of depravity ahead of her. She moved on to her next conquest, her bountiful ass swaying invitingly, the invitation to fuck it imprinted on every muscle fiber. The night was young, and Yasmine was hot and ready. Trick or treat.
