Halloween was Roxy’s favorite time of year; a season that allowed her to explore and revel in her demented and perverse proclivities. This year, she decided to go an extra step and gathered a demonic coven of thirteen bewitching bitches. Under the moonlight, they shed their hooded cloaks, and all eyes were on Roxy herself, her shimmering skin tempting them all.

Roxy lay down nude on the altar and, in a devilish and perverse way, she fucked all of her own holes and hypnotized the other witches with her writhing and undulating body. Now they would do her bidding year round, bringing her endless souls, little cunts and mouths, and assholes to use and discarded at her black heart’s content.

The witches then began to prepare for their thirteen days of Halloween, each bringing forth a live offering. They lit the candles and set the stage for what would be a night of monsters, murder and mayhem. As Roxy lead the coven, she would use her powers to cast spells and conjure dark spirits. She would call forth the dead and the undead, and summon the darkest of forces from beyond.

For Roxy, Halloween was a time to be free and indulgent in her intense perversion. It was her sanctuary and her dark, filthy playground, and as the days grew darker and her power grew stronger, she embraced it with open arms and holes. She had become the queen of the coven, and her reign was one of debauchery and depravity.

This Halloween had become Roxy’s own private carnival of horrors, and the witches of her coven were her loyal minions, eager to serve her every whim and her wet quim. With each passing day, the darkness grew ever more powerful, but with Roxy at the helm, it was a darkness that was beautiful and enchanting, a darkness that was hers to control.

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