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I’m your porcelain gothic doll come to life,eyes lined heavy with kohl, standing perfectly still until the candle flames flicker and I begin to move with slow, mechanical grace. I turn in a perfect circle, arms raised like a music-box ballerina, letting the pumpkin glow lick across my tits and hips, then stop abruptly, bend forward and spread my ass wide so the candlelight paints deep shadows between my cheeks and my wet pussy glistens like black marble. I collapse to my knees on the cold stone altar, fingers sliding into my soaked cunt with sharp, deliberate thrusts, back arched like a broken doll, moaning in echoing whispers until I cum hard across the velvet, body jerking in a final, shattering gothic climax surrounded by grinning pumpkins.