Proprietress

ALT Come now, you really only have yourself to blame. If you were taking this seriously you would have stayed clear of this manor for the month. Ufufu... I think you like it, anyway. Look at how hard your cock is~ it won’t be long now. You thought you were gonna leave me without a cock to play with for an entire month? Well now I have you cornered, loser. What are you gonna do about it? Go on, play your silly challenge now. I don't care, I'm pumping your big lubed up curved dick until you nut, so we can forget about this dumb game. The faster you shoot out all that thick, gooey jizz over my hands and boobs, the faster this can all end. All these glossy vintage rings, warmed up to body temperature acting like the texture on the inside of a lubed up onahole. My handjobs feel better than sex with less experienced girls. So go on, cum for Mommy~ then I’ll fix us those drinks you came over to share.

ALT This is the last day before no nut November, yeah? So when all the trick or treaters have long been put to bed and you get that last knock at the door, it'd be wise not to 'do the right thing'. It just might roll over to midnight, and then your stupid little challenge begins. So come on~ drop those pants already and lose to this fat ass, shoot all your sticky nut to Miss Loire right in the doorway, before she moves onto the next house with your jizz splattered across her thick WAGYU Beef booty. Haven't you always wanted to jerk off all over your old lady neighbor's big fat ass? Hurry up.~

ALT Name: Taffeta Wight (Sometimes goes by Taffy, it's easier...) Age: Unknown. Presumably mid 30s, possibly much older by unnatural means. Birthplace: The Black Shroud. Occupation: Witch. Likes: Books, cute animals, full moons, tasty soups. Dislikes: Loud noises, sarcasm, heights. History: A once respected mage, not only for her aptitude for magic, but also for her study of the arcane. Like most mages, this came with an air of pride and arrogance. She amassed a rather impressive library, hoarding tomes in her quaint little hut. Of course, the allure of 'forbidden' texts began to form in her mind. And so, she began to venture out into the world to seek what she so desperately wished to tame and master. Her pride caught up with her when she purchased a particularly old, and cursed book. 'Now let the wisest among you claim true power over your destiny.' She was not the most wise. The spell fried her brain in an instant, leaving her as the simple, slightly ditzy witch you know today...