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Title: “A Night of Hallowe’en Delights with Babydoll”
As the pumpkins began to smolder, casting a sickly orange glow, Babydoll, the succulent temptress, found herself sauntering down the dimly-lit streets of Second Life’s Devil Hallow. Her name as good as her word, Babydoll was a sultry siren, a minx with honeyed hair and a curvaceous figure. Tonight, however, she wore a particularly scandalous costume: devil horns that teased her locks with their very presence, and a skintight black body stocking that left little to the imagination.
Each step felt electric against her bare soles, and she relished the attention of the other revellers—costumed characters, many of them, but none like her. Tucked behind a decorative arch, Babydoll spied a man passing lewd compliments and hefty tips to a drunken dance crew. He was a tall, imposing sort, his chiselled jaw set in a predatory line as he surveyed the scene before him.
Babydoll sauntered up to the fellow, swishing her hips like she had a terrible itch that required immediate scratching. Approaching from behind, she prodded two plump digits into the small of his back before sliding them down, over the jutting ridges of his spine, to the exquisite curve of his bottom. She cupped the firm flesh, relishing the illicit thrill, before moving in closer. “Fancy seeing you here,” she purred into his ear, her voice a shivery warmth he could feel down to his bones.
Startled, he turned, at first aghast at the brazen contact, but soon shackled by the sheer magnetism of her gaze. Atop her head, the devil horns bobbed with each breath, and she incessantly licked her fanged lips, tasting the salt of the night air. Her other hand busied itself brushing against the bulge growing large in his trousers.
“So this is what you’re hiding, is it?” Babydoll queried, plucking at the firm outline and raising an eyebrow. “I hope you’re planning on giving it to me. A dirty deviant like you, I can tell,” she added, her voice a husky tease.
The fellow could contain himself no longer. Grabbing Babydoll’s wrist, he led her into the shadows of a deserted alley. Pressing her against the old brickwork, he captured her mouth with his own, forcing his tongue between her lips until they were intertwined, the sharp points of her fangs pressing sweetly against his flesh. One calloused palm found its way up the inside of her thigh, pushing past the flimsy thong, his fingers teasing the tender folds until they parted with a rush of slick warmth.
God, she needed this, needed him plunged inside her more than air. Frantically, Babydoll scrambled to free his rigid length, shoving down his flimsy boxers as she released the throbbing member. It bobbed free, and she wrapped her delicate fingers around the girthy shaft, giving a tantalising squeeze. “Fuck yeah,” she groaned, putting her free hand on the small of his back and pulling him in closer.
The tip of his cock nudged against her, and she trembled with need, before he pushed inside, stretching her embarrassingly wide as he began to thrust. The fullness was exquisite, tingling against her nerves, but she needed more, needed to be filled to bursting. Each stroke hit a little deeper, pushing the air from her lungs as he pulled back. She threw her head back with a wanton moan, and he dove in to capture the sound with his lips.
The wild coupling continued, their bodies slicked with sweat, jostling each other to new heights, when she felt a sudden rush, a pulsing heat beard her to her core. Her inner walls clamped down suddenly, and she cried out as he froze, still buried to the hilt. A spurt of hot seed coated her womb, and she clenched again, trembling through the aftershocks of her own climax.
As they organised their clothes, discussed where to meet again, she paused, and slipped a hand down to her sex. There, nipples leaking milk, and his seed dripping down her thigh, she shook her head and giggled. “Guess your cock’s more than a mouthful,” she quipped, before darting out into the main street, into the waiting arms of another unsuspecting Hallow reveller.
A wild and sinful night, indeed—much like the Devil Hallow legends promised. And Babydoll gleefully continued her choosing, sucking down the juicy sausage of lucky gentlemen until dawn painted the sky pink.