What’s my “trick”? I get her to go trick-or-treating with me, which isn’t easy. She thinks going out on Halloween to trick-or-treat is for little brats, not her. She’d rather dress like her friends who think they know what to do with their new curves, pert little boobs, and sweet untried pussies. Her costume is a “slutty vampire” and I have to bite my cheek to keep from laughing when she walks downstairs practically tripping over her high heels she’s never worn before. Her corset is cinched tight, pushing her small breast up into a hint of cleavage; her skirt is short, showing off long legs that would one day be a knock out on a more mature woman that she will never become .
She gets excited when I tell her we will be doing our own form of “treats”, by stopping at your house and picking up some weed before we go party (like FOR REALZ college girls!). She all but claps her hands and squeals, making her whoreish make up even more out place on her young, innocent face. I text you and send you a selfie with her arm around me. I tell you to get the room ready, that I was bringing you a romantic dinner for just the two of us.
On the ride to your house all I can think of is how much I look forward to watching the expression on her face when she realizes just how much danger she is in. My mouth salivates and my pussy gets wet when I imagine her struggling in the cuffs and ropes you are prepping at that very moment. She prattles on about things that are about to no longer matter; school, boys, her big life plans…unaware that she is about to get kidnapped, stripped, bound, abused, raped, snuffed, and eaten by a pair of cannibals for their romantic anniversary dinner!
To be continued….
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I’d love to have a romantic dinner of girlmeat and wine with you. 🙂