Halloween’s sweet betrayal

Halloween night – the one night when people say your biggest fear comes true. You’ve heard the urban legend since you were a kid: on All Hallows’ Eve, the veil thins and whatever scares you most crawls out to bite. You always laughed it off. Your biggest fear? Your sweet girlfriend, Emily, cheating on you with your high-school bully, Maxson – that tall, ripped white jock who used to shove you into lockers and steal your lunch money. No way. Emily’s innocent, loyal, the girl who blushes when you hold hands. Tonight she’s finally doing a couples costume with you: you’re some lame sidekick, she’s Raven from Teen Titans. She’s been teasing you all week – “wait till you see how hot I look, babe.” You’re rock-hard just thinking about it, pulling up to the frat party with your heart pounding. You have no clue her Raven outfit is pure slut-mode: skin-tight shiny black latex leotard, thong cutting high between her fat ass cheeks, hood up, red gem glowing right above her pushed-up tits. The belt of fake rubies barely covers her hips. She’s a walking fuck-doll and you’re about to find out the hard way.

You push inside the house – bass thumping, orange strobe lights, drunk sluts in bunny ears and nurse outfits grinding on every dude. Fog machines choke the air with fake spider webs. You text Emily: “here babe, where r u?” Nothing. You weave through the crowd, dick half-chub in your pants, asking around. “Yo, seen a girl in Raven cosplay? My girlfriend.” Some frat bro laughs in your face. “Oh shit, no way… that sexy bitch in the shiny latex Raven suit, ass cheeks hanging out like a fucking invitation? That’s YOUR girl? Hahaha, that’s wild, bro. Pretty sure I saw her head upstairs with Maxson like twenty minutes ago. Dude’s been bragging he’s gonna bag a Titan tonight.” Your stomach drops. Maxson – the same cocky white bully who still calls you “shrimp-dick” in group chats. Why him? Why her? The Halloween legend echoes in your head: biggest fears come true tonight. Nah, can’t be.

You bolt upstairs, legs shaking, mind racing. Moans spill from a cracked door at the end of the hall – wet, sloppy, desperate, the kind that make your stomach twist. Your biggest fear slams home the second you peek in. There she is: Emily in full Raven cosplay, the room’s lights making the latex gleam like oil on her curves. She’s on top of Maxson, riding him, fat latex-clad ass bouncing up and down like a porn star. The black thong is yanked aside, her pink pussy lips stretched wide around Maxson’s monster cock – thick, veiny, white, way bigger than your scrawny four-incher. She’s riding him reverse cowgirl, slamming down hard, her ass cheeks clapping loud enough to drown the party. Maxson just lays there smirking, hands behind his head, letting your girlfriend do all the work like the alpha king he is.

She spots you in the doorway – no shame, no gasp. Her head turns slow, lips curled in a wicked bitch grin that hits you harder than any punch. “Took you long enough, cuck.” She grinds harder, pussy queefing wet around his shaft, loving that you’re watching – eyes sparkling like she just unlocked a new kink. “Halloween magic, baby – biggest fears come true. Mine was wasting my prime on your tiny prick. Watch a real man ruin me.” Maxson laughs deep, slaps her ass so hard the latex jiggles and leaves a red handprint. “Tell your boyfriend what you are now, slut.” Emily moans louder, tits bouncing under the shiny suit, eyes locked on you like you’re the best toy in the room. “I’m Maxson’s whore. Your sad little dick never deserved this pussy – it’s his now, forever.” She cums hard, squirting all over his balls, body shaking like she’s possessed. Keeps riding, milking him with greedy rolls of her hips. Maxson grunts, flexes, pumps rope after rope of thick cum deep inside her. She pops off with a wet slurp, turns on her knees, spreads her sloppy, cum-dripping hole right at your face. “Clean your Halloween treat, loser. Lick every drop while I go get round two – and don’t miss a spot, or I’ll make you watch all night.”