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Her tight cunt. How it squeezes me when she comes.

Making her come is one of my favorite things to do.

Doing her is my favorite of them all.

“It’s not fair.” She lets out a nervous giggle. It rings in the small space of the Davis’s car, filtering through her mask.

Yes, hers.

Dark with red Xs for eyes. A red smile.

A mask identical to the one I’m wearing, except mine is neon blue.

My old ones wouldn’t have worked for this particular mission. We needed something new for our fresh start. We bought them online, choosing the creepy masks together.

We’ll kill our parents together, too.

As soon as we start walking.

It’s a short distance to get to their home. Less than a few dozen feet, really.

We pulled up behind one of the bigger houses. The license plate of our getaway car will stay hidden that way. Away from their cameras and motion sensor lights.

Shiloh huffs, and it’s adorable. She’s expecting me to ask herwhat isn’t fair?

She has things she wants to say to me.

Before I ask her, I stare outside the windshield and onto the street.

Letting her wait is another sick, fucked-up turn-on. Her anticipation tastes as sweet as everything about her.

So yeah, I look outside.

There are people everywhere. Adults, teenagers, and kids in costumes. They don’t spare a glance our way. They are busy prancing around as skeletons, witches, andghosts.

They’re buzzing the intercoms so the people in the other mansions fill their pumpkin buckets with candy.

Celebrating Halloween without a care in the world.

This won’t be the case for our parents.

Confusion will come first. Shock second. Terror will be the last thing on their minds before they die.

Shiloh’s hand clutches onto mine. I’m done making her wait.

“What isn’t fair?” I trail my fingertips over the edge of her mask. Thread them into her hair that she’s left down. So thick. So smooth. Begging to be tugged.

Later.

“That you can pull off any mask.”

Poor thing, she’s nervous as hell. I’ve studied enough people to catalog this as anxious babbling. Clipped words. High-pitched voice.

She’s talking for the sake of talking. Because it soothes her.

No need. That’s what I’m here for.

I decide that, after all, this is the right time to yank on her hair. Shiloh rewards me with an erotic gasp that has my cock jerking.