The Sexy Witch of Halloween

Destiny Dixon shows up in full Halloween regalia, thick brown hair spilling over her cleavage, breasts straining the thin lace of her corset. She wants candy, but the way she leans in the doorway says she came for something hotter. She drops to her knees, pulls him free, and takes him deep, lips gliding wet and tight along his shaft, the lace straps cutting across her pale skin. When she rises, the corset opens and those heavy tits spill out. He fucks her standing, pinning her to the doorframe while she moans through parted lips. Later she’s on her back, legs spread wide, heels in the air, the same corset still hanging from her hips. He pulls out at the last second and paints her face—thick white streaks across her cheeks, across her open mouth, across her breasts—leaving the witch properly satisfied.