The Night HE Cums Home!

I’ll admit, I am one of those creepy girls that have a “thing” for the masked killers from classic slasher movies like Halloween and Friday the 13th!  Weird!  I know!  I have never told anyone that when I was watching movies around this time of year, back in the day, it use to get my little pussy so wet to see Michael Myer’s dead eyed William Shatner mask as he would chase all of those hot, slutty school girls.  Later on I would lay in bed, playing with myself (all buzzed and sticky from the left over Trick or Treat candy) and thinking of a rough three way with Jason and Michael.
In my sick and twisted young brain I imagined being held down by the hockey masked killer, Jason Voorhees, while Michael Meyers starts ripping my clothes off while squeezing my little pink puffy nipples.  Michael puts his hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming in terror (pleasure) as he starts to slide the handle of a machete up and down my exposed pussy, before he shoves it painfully inside, making me cum so hard.  They can’t tell if my struggles are to get away or riding out the throws of my orgasm.
My fantasy ends with me being forced down on my knees to take both of the famous mass murders’ thick, dripping erections into my mouth at the same time, fish hooking me with their fingers to make room for all of that cock.  Both of them cum all over my tear and costumed make- up streaked face, leaving me barely alive to tell the tale of my happy violation.

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