With a storm rattling outside, two inventive lovers bring to life a magical fantasy.

Chad’s night had finally arrived. I watched him come into our home with the basket. It was brimming, and his eyes were shining. Beneath my murky frock and simple makeup, I felt my pussy pound. The tempo matched my thumping heart, which seemed to echo in my ears.

I watched him come toward me. His face was ecstatic. He waited for this every year. Chad is spellbound by Halloween and can’t wait for me to be his witch.

I stood there with my hands open, palms up. My hair was teased as if I were a feral maiden who lived into the woods. I’d even placed a few twigs and leaves in there for effect.

Every year I perfected her a little more. My witch. Chad’s witch.

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