As I entered the room, I only had one thought on my mind
“I need to fuck this pumpkin.”
Stretched out on a bed of straw, was my lover. Jack was his name, and from the moment I met him, I knew he was the one for me. A 6-foot-five sexy stud of a gourd with hunger in his eyes, He only wanted one thing in life. His face, while carved in a devilish grin, conveyed lust like I had never seen before. However, my attention had been drawn to something a bit… say, further down. This veggie was packing, with two voluptuous fruits underneath a 9-inch squash with juuust the right amount of curve in the middle. It was lengthy, but that’s not to say that it lacked in girth. All I needed in that moment was to have that inside me. It was no trick and all treat. I was so fucking erect just looking at it.
He gestured to me, and I hastily waltzed over. I sat down in his lap, using his fifth appendage as a bench. He lifted me up higher as the tension filled the room. My god, it was warm. I could feel it throbbing as it rose underneath me. Finally, he got on his knees, forcing me off his member.