Carina Roman

Even sleepy-ass Haddonfield, Illinois never saw a freak show like this. Michael Myers busts out of Shady Knobs, razor in hand and dick barely contained, killing anyone standing between him and the next throat. Dr. Loomis should be calling cops—he’s too busy foaming at the mouth, jacking off in his car to grainy security footage of the massacre. He storms into the nurses’ station hard as a rock. Latex Nurse Marion—Carina Roman’s curves shrink-wrapped in black, zipper half-down, tits threatening to spill—takes one look at his wild eyes and throbbing cock and drops to her knees. She deep-throats him right there, gagging wet and loud while the radio crackles with fresh body counts. Loomis grabs her ponytail, fucks her face like it owes him money, then bends her over the desk, rips the latex crotch open and slams into her dripping cunt. Every thrust makes the table screech; every slap of skin sounds filthy over the dispatch squawk. Marion moans like a back-alley slut, latex squeaking, pussy clenching, begging him to go harder while Haddonfield burns. Loomis doesn’t stop until he’s pumped her full, sweat dripping, both of them grinning like the devil just won round one.