Halloween pumpkins

Alisa lines up a row of small pumpkins on the kitchen table, knife in hand. Ally walks in and stops dead. Those green stems and orange skins look like something else entirely. Her eyes widen. She blurts out an apology, convinced she just caught Alisa fucking the vegetables. Alisa sets the knife down, lips curling into a slow smile. She pulls Ally closer, kisses her hard, then slips a hand inside her skirt. Ally answers with fingers of her own, pushing Alisa back against the table. They drop to the floor, legs tangled, tongues busy. Blonde hair spills across brunette strands while fingers sink deep and come out glistening. Each girl takes a pumpkin, slicking it with spit and cream. The curved stems slide between slick folds, stretching both cunts in quick, greedy thrusts. Wet sounds fill the kitchen. Their breaths grow ragged. Trick or treat has never tasted this sweet.