Halloween Pumpkin Fuck: The Ultimate Must-Have Guide

So the halloween pumpkin fuck thing started as a joke between us, honestly, just carving pumpkins on the kitchen floor with a bottle of cheap wine and way too many candles flickering everywhere, and then he looked at me with that stupid grin and I just knew. One minute we were scooping seeds and the next his hand was under my shirt, thumb brushing my nipple, and I forgot all about the damn pumpkin. We didn’t even make it to the bedroom—I pulled him down right there, straddled him on the rug, and rode him slow at first, feeling every inch of him stretch me while the candlelight made his skin look golden. My knees kept slipping on the plastic tarp we’d laid down, and we both laughed, but then he grabbed my hips and pushed up harder, and I couldn’t laugh anymore, just gasping and grinding down on him. He reached between us and rubbed my clit with his thumb, wet and messy, and I swear I saw stars. After I came, I slid off and finished him with my hand, watching his face go tight and desperate, and yeah, we ruined the rug and probably scarred the pumpkin for life, but I’d do it again in a heartbeat.