Cum slut invites me to halloween party

I bumped into my sexy neighbor just a day before Halloween. With a sultry smile that promised more than just candy, she invited me to her party. I, of course, gladly accepted, my mind already racing with possibilities.

The day arrived, and I turned up hours early, using the excuse of helping with the scary decorations. I knocked on her door, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and pure lust. When she opened it, my jaw nearly hit the floor. Wow. She was dressed as a slutty goth, and the costume was a masterpiece of seduction.

A tight black mini skirt hugged her hips, and a sheer black top struggled to contain the magnificent swell of her big, heavy breasts. They were almost bulging out, the dark lace of her bra peeking through the fabric. Her hair, nails, and makeup were a symphony of black, making her look like a sinful fantasy come to life. I almost came in my pants right then and there.

“Thank you for helping me with these decorations,” she purred, her voice a low, smoky thing. “It can be very tricky on your own.”

“No problem,” I managed to reply, my voice tighter than I intended. “I’m glad to help.”

As we started untangling fake cobwebs, she deliberately brushed past me. The soft, overwhelming pressure of her big tits glanced against my arm and side, sending a jolt of pure electricity straight to my cock. In an instant, I had a massive, undeniable hard-on straining against my jeans.

She looked down and let out a little, knowing laugh. “Hello, someone’s awake,” she teased, her eyes gleaming with predatory delight. “Don’t be shy about it, honey. It’s only normal.” I felt my face go bright red with a mix of embarrassment and raw desire.

She stepped closer, her scent of perfume and pure woman enveloping me. “Now he’s awake,” she whispered, her hand reaching out to palm my throbbing length through the denim. “Let’s use him. He looks very big.” Her confidence was a total turn-on. “I know it’s very forward of me, but I know you like me. I’ve seen you watching.”

That was all the permission I needed. I fumbled with my belt, my hands shaking as I freed my aching cock. I took it out, thick and ready, and moved to put it in her mouth.

But before I could, she looked up at me, a devilish spark in her eyes. “I know you’re a nice, sweet guy,” she breathed, her hot breath tickling the sensitive head. “But you can go rough if you like. I can take it.”

Her words shattered the last of my restraint. I didn’t just feed it to her; I rammed it into her mouth, thrusting hard and deep down her throat. She gagged a little, a wet, choked sound that only made me harder, but you could instantly tell this experienced woman could handle a huge cock. She took it all, her throat relaxing and working around me, proving just how good a slut she could be.