The lights flicker.
The air turns icy.
Something’s wrong in my apartment tonight. 👀
Footsteps echo down the hall… but no one’s supposed to be here. 💨
Then I see her…
Candie Cross.
Pale skin. Black veins. Eyes like voids.
She crawls toward me, slow and twisted — like something ripped from a cursed VHS tape. 💀🚨
She doesn’t speak.
She doesn’t need to.
Her mouth opens… and I know — this isn’t just a *******.
This is a possession. 😈
She swallows me deep — so deep — like she’s feeding on my soul with every gag, every choke, every gulp. 💦
Her lips seal around my **** like a cursed vacuum, sucking not just ***… but life.
And when I explode in her throat?
She smiles.
Because now… she owns me.
Happy Halloween. 👄🔥
Would you survive her midnight blow job from ****?