Greetings, Comrades!
The Halloween saga continues, and we’ve finally moved from the porch to the centre of the dance floor.
The party is in full swing, and as you can see, Peach and Meryl have no intention of blending into the background.
While Meryl lets the crowd get a feel of Peach's body, she’s the one whispering in his ear about exactly how much of a mess she’s going to make of him later. She loves the look of pure envy on the guests' faces—they can touch, but he belongs to her.
Peach has officially hit "slut-brain" status. Between the hands roaming over his feverish body and Meryl’s relentless grip on his cock, he’s stopped caring about who’s who. He’s just a twitching, over-stimulated toy begging for any of his holes to be filled.
The night is still young, though. How does this escalate? Does Meryl let the whole room have their way with her toy, or does she drag her leaking, over-stimulated pet away for some private "muscle mommy" discipline? Or, for a total shift in dynamic, maybe the crowd gets too loud, and Meryl decides it’s time for some "farm work"— We all know she’s a total addict when it comes to Peach’s "milk," so I’m thinking of a quiet session where she gently, methodically milks her cowboy before greedily sucking him dry of every last drop.
Drop your filthiest ideas in the comments. You decide what happens next!