when Michael Myers is staring out a window, he's broadcasting that he's available for your use. all you have to do is go inside and approach him if you wanna get dicked down. highly recommend.
post-Michael Corey Cunningham? he's basically always open for business. he doesn't even need to broadcast it because everyone knows, and we love him for it.
NSFW 18+ Variety of depravity within.
thx @dark-scape for helping me figure out what to call this lol. Corey tag list: @ethanhoewke
Michael Myers
When you walk in, he'll turn around like so. Guarantee he's already hard by the time you cross the room. Just seeing you turns him on.
If you want to get railed, all you have to do is run your hand over the bulge in his jumpsuit. This activates Classic Michael where he'll fuck you with no mercy.
In Classic Mode, if you want a specific position, you just need to assume that position. Want it against the wall? Stand with your back to the wall. Doggy? Get on all fours.
In Classic Mode, he is relentless. The catch is that you have to cum. If you try to leave before you cum, you might get your throat slit. I wouldn't risk it. For him to come, normally it won't take him long after you, if not instantaneously.
If you need Michael's cock down your throat, all you have to do is get on your knees and be ready for eye-watering face fucking.
To activate Feral Mode, unzip his jumpsuit and let the sleeves hang down. All bets are off now. He may pull your hair, smack your ass, pick you up and switch to different locations.
Feral mode is not for the faint of heart. Michael may get creative. You need to be okay with injuries. You will be bruised at the least.
If you prefer to ride him, grab his bulge more forcefully to activate Sub Mode. He'll walk stiffly and slowly to the nearest comfortable surface and sit or lay down. In this mode, you have to initiate everything, including unzip him. But don't be surprised if he can't help but add some thrusting power. He's human after all.
In Sub Mode, you are free to use his monster cock as a dong. You can impale yourself right away or rub that big veiny masterpiece between your legs for friction. You can do this until you come or impale yourself when you're ready. Feel free to also suck him off for extra rigidity and lube.
You may not under any circumstances remove his mask
You can put him up against the wall and fuck yourself on his rod. He's much better than a suction cup dong.
In sub mode, the catch is that HE has to come. You can't use him and leave him with blue balls.
Bottom Mode isn't guaranteed, but if you want Michael to take a dick or strap-on, strip him all the way down and finger him while you suck his dick first. If he does take it in the ass, be prepared for him to turn the tables violently at some point. There's a small chance he'll slash you, but that just adds to the excitement.
Regardless of what mode you want, you can up the intensity by bringing him someone to slash. The kill will make him rock hard.
Even when he's not staring out a window, you'll learn to recognize that far-off gaze. If you approach him in someone's yard, be ready to put on a show - there won't be time for a change of venue. Beware though, If it turns out he's in hot pursuit and you interrupt him, you might have a bad time.
Corey Cunningham (Post-Michael)
Let's be real, you don't have to catch Corey at a window or even in a trance. Unless he's occupied with a kill, another lover, or Michael, he's open for business.
That being said, poor Corey stared out the window for hours in the Halloween Ends Novelization and no takers noticed. :(
Corey's different modes can be activated verbally and with social cues in addition to touch.
He offers a little more than Michael in some ways - Corey is a kisser, gives head, is much more emotional and expressive than Michael, and is pretty open minded.
To activate Shape Mode, just check Corey out and make it obvious you like what you see. Corey will need to make you his, but he also needs to see you want it. He wants you to need him before he'll whip it out.
His eyes will darken and he'll become extremely seductive and persuasive. He'll grab your head with both hands and kiss you so fucking hard and smooth, you'll swoon. He'll back you into the wall or nearest surface.
He'll gaze into your eyes, put his fingers in your mouth, grind himself on you. His huge hands will roam all over your body until you're begging for his cock, and then he'll tease you with it, humping you, stripping you, rubbing against your dripping sex until you're dying to have him inside you.
An alternate way to activate Shape Corey is to find him at the shop and say your car has a rattle.
If you're a regular, he'll remember what you like.
In Feral Mode, Corey will choke you. He'll bend you over the furniture or take you against the wall. He'll talk dirty to you. He knows his voice drives you crazy. He'll tell you what a slut you are and how good you take his fat dick.
In Sub Mode, Corey will be a whimpering mess. His default will be to get on his knees and desperately nuzzle his head in between your legs, begging you to let him please you and you can instruct him from there.
He is more than happy to give you head. Be sure to give him lots of praise. He will eat pussy like he he's starving. He also eats ass and can slob a good knob.
If you want to suck him off, he'll whine and whimper and beg. But if you tell him to fuck your face, he'll do that too. He will probably narrate the whole time with dirty talk.
If you have Corey lie down or sit down for you to ride him, he'll be very vocal. His groans and moans might send you over the edge on their own. Those big hands will rove. He will not be still.
To activate Bottom Mode - if you want Corey to take a dick or toy - press it against his pants or jumpsuit and firmly drag it along his crack all the way to his balls and he'll eagerly cooperate.
In general, if he says Michael's name at any point, take it as a huge compliment. If you say Michael's name, you might not be able to walk the next day.
Corey Cunningham (Pre-Michael)
Post-Accident, Pre-Michael Corey would have been very hesitant and suspicious that you could even want to use him.
He would get hard, but he wouldn't have the confidence to worship you like the standard Sub Corey.
Turn him on enough and he would end up begging. An example is when he was working at the mall kiosk.
He wouldn't be expressive until he was physically inside you and even then he might be afraid that it's a trick.
I don't think pre-accident Corey would ho around or offer himself up for use, but he could be DTF in the right circumstances.
Corey & Michael
Corey and Michael do NOT have a free use arrangement with each other. Their dynamic is more complicated.
At first, Corey would have considered himself free for Michael's use at any time, but Corey doesn't take rejection well. As time goes on, he lashes out (i.e., taking the mask).
Unfortunately for Corey, Michael is never at his disposal. Corey is always going to be at Michael's mercy for whatever Michael will give him, if anything, at any given time. He may savor the occasional crumb like being permitted to grind himself against Michael's thigh with both of them fully clothed right after a kill.
Anything else is most likely to be situational, catching Michael in the heat of a kill , and may involve a third party.
Summary: You start talking to Corey when he's working at the call center and you call in. You invite him over for Halloween 💕. [In Halloween Ends, Corey's mother threatens to send him back to work at the call center when she thinks he was injured at Prevo]
You take Corey’s jacket and for the first time see his strong, expansive chest. He notices you noticing, and he assumes he has something on his shirt. He looks down at himself and brushes nothing off his chest then smiles shyly and tucks a wild curl behind his ear. You welcome him to sit on the couch with you. He sits upright, awkwardly. You can tell he's going to need some encouragement.
18+ EXPLICIT
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You recently moved into your own little house. It’s the first time you’ve lived on your own, and you’re far from where home used to be. Right after college, you lived with a partner who would call the landline every day after you got off work to make sure you came straight home. When that ended, you stayed with family for a while, then moved to Haddonfield for a fresh start. The weather felt cold and bleak at first, compared to the deep South, but the town seemed to have a real sense of community, almost like perfect strangers were trauma-bonded.
Still, you haven’t been fast to make friends, and sometimes you’re lonely. You initially moved in with a roommate, but she moved in with a boyfriend and you hadn’t been able to find a new one. Instead, you move into a little duplex you can afford on your own.
Your internet hasn’t exactly been reliable, and you’re still getting used to managing your own utilities. You haven’t called for help yet because the prospect of it overwhelms you, but you get tired of rebooting the router and finally call your internet service provider to troubleshoot your connection.
You reach a polite young man named Corey C. Corey has a deep, sexy voice and a Northern accent. Northern accents are super hot to you the same way a foreign accent might be hot to someone else.
“Can I get your phone number in case we get disconnected?” You give it to him.
“Tell me about why you’re calling today.” He follows the script, you give him the answers.
“I lost the internet.”
“Are you near your router? Can you tell me which lights are blinking?” You tell him you don’t know what the lights are and he guides you through light by light. You aren’t really listening, you just savor the sound of his voice. You could listen to Corey C. talk forever.
“Ma’am? Ma’am are you there?”
“Yes, sorry. The top one is blinking orange.”
“Okay, I can reset the connection from here, it’ll just take a minute to reboot, okay?”
“Sure.” It’s refreshing how sweet and patient he is. You were nervous to call for help, and he’s made it easy and even enjoyable.
“I’ll stay on the line to make sure it works, okay?” You already want to hug him. Sometimes you still feel so alone, and even though he;s just helping you through this tiny problem in the big scheme of things, it feels good to have someone sound like they’re actually there for you.
“Sounds good,” you say. “How’s your day going?”
He sighs. “You know, it’s just another day.” Something sounds so sad in his voice.
“Awww”
“Actually, you’re the first nice customer I’ve had all day.”
“Sorry to hear that.”
“That’s alright, it’s just the job. How’s your day?”
“Oh, fine, not too interesting. I was just streaming Euphoria when I lost connection.”
“Sorry about that. How is that, by the way?”
“Oh it’s awesome, you should watch it.”
“I don’t have Showtime, but it looks really good.”
“You have an amazing voice, by the way, sorry if that’s weird, I just had to tell you.”
“Uh, heh, well, thanks.” You can practically hear him blushing
“Do you get that a lot?”
“Um, no, not really, most people are just annoyed. Their internet is out or their bill is too high.”
“That doesn’t sound very fun, sorry.”
“Well, it’s a job, my mom got it for me, so I could save for college.”
“Oh, are you still in high school?” He doesn’t sound young, but you feel like you have to ask.
“Oh, no, no, I go to community college, I’m just saving up for engineering school.”
“Well, you’re good at your job, Corey C. You’re patient and kind, and hey, it looks like you already fixed my issue.”
“Oh, heh, you can just call me Corey.”
“Okay Corey,” you smile.
“Is there anything else I can help you with today?”
“No, I think that’s all for today. I hope your day gets better.”
“Thanks. You’re nice. Give us a call back if you need anything else, okay?”
You wish you could talk to him longer, but you let him go and give him five stars on the customer service survey.
For the rest of the day, you can’t get his hot voice out of your head. He’s earnest and sad and that just makes you feel more connected to him. The whole time you’ve lived in Haddonfield, you’ve felt like an outsider. It’s almost like people wonder why anyone would move to Haddonfield after 2018, and they never quite let you in. You hear something similar in Corey’s voice. You hate the thought of him getting yelled at all day.
A few days later, you have the same issue and get Corey C. again when you call. He remembers you. You make conversation again, and at the end he says “It was nice talking to you, really.”
The day after that, you call back just because, and you ask for Corey C. by name. He’s about to go eat his lunch. You talk about your favorite foods and drinks.
Each time you call, you pretend there's an issue and give him five stars. Corey tells you he's switching to a later shift and gives you his extension. The late shift is pretty dead sometimes, so if you're ever bored you could give him a call. Now you have his extension.
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You're listening to WURG in the car, and Willie the Kid is on about how Corey Cunningham is a killer. Corey Cunningham. You always felt bad for him, but hadn't thought about him since you started talking to Corey C. on the phone.
You go on YouTube to try to find old CourtTV footage, and there it is, that deep sexy voice. You didn't know Corey Cunningham was hot. You had a feeling Corey C. was though.
Corey's hot voice paired with his sweet curly hair and glasses and the way he can barely make eye contact really pulls at your heart. You also can't help but notice the way his prison garb hugs his body, and his thick neck, and his Adam's apple when he gulpsl.
He's a gruff, sexy hunk of man wrapped around the sweetest saddest package and you just want to squeeze him.
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You call Corey on the late shift. can talk until he has another customer. You talk about your favorite holidays. Yours is Halloween but he doesn't like it. You ask him his story and he tells you his full name and says you probably already know it. “It’s cool if you have to go,” he adds, sadly. You don’t, of course.
You come clean about hearing his name on the radio and looking him up. He doesn't mind. He’s just relieved you still want to talk to him. You tell him your full name and story, too. You tell him things you hadn't ever told anyone else before. He tells you about his home life. You tell him how you came from a similar situation - in terms of feeling controlled and unable to live your life. You talk for hours. He only has one customer and calls you back after.
You call back the next night.
"I wasn't sure you'd ever call back again," he says. “After getting to know me more, I mean.”
Your heart hurts. "I called back especially after getting to know you. I wanna get to know you even more, now."
"Yeah? What do you want to know?"
"Do you have friends? A girlfriend?"
"Not really"
"No girlfriend, really?"
"No. The past couple years have been - it’s been tough. I wouldn’t want anyone to deal with this. Plus, you know, I still live with my Mom.”
"Well. You're sweet. And cute, you know that, right?" Secretly, you suspect he doesn't.
"Heh. You don't have to say that.”
"Really. Very huggable, too. I just want to squeeze you"
"You do?" You wonder if he was even hugged as a child.
"Yeah, is that weird?"
"No, not at all. Just unusual. I mean, I can't remember my last hug. Is that messed up?”
He has another customer, but you tell him to text you later. You know he already has your phone number from your file.
You text throughout the week, and sometimes you talk on the phone because you like to hear his voice, still. As Halloween approaches you worry about him, especially because it sounds like Joan has been acting even crazier now that he’s working a later shift. Everything you learn about him intrigues you more. He doesn’t drive. He rides a bike. He trespasses and hangs out at abandoned, bleak locations a lot. He never really had a dad, but his stepfather is cool.
Even pathetic things – like his mom still doing his laundry – only make you feel closer to him.
Knowing how traumatic Halloween must be for him, you invite him over to spend the evening with you. The whole night, if he wants.
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Halloween
You watch your niece while her parents go to a Halloween dinner party and your sister picks her up right before Corey's shift ends. The flow of trick-or-treaters tapers off. When the doorbell rings, your heart races.
You answer the door and almost don't recognize Corey. He looks so much bigger in person. His hair is darker, too. He's wearing a brown corduroy jacket, black and green flannel shirt, and black jeans that are too big. His glasses are different. Round, wire rim. He's wearing old white sneakers. His bike is on a kick-stand behind him. His curly hair is wild from the wind. He’s even more unassuming and huggable than you imagined. “Hiiii Corey,” you say. You can’t believe he’s really here. Your heart is fluttering. “You can park your bike on the porch.” You get the bowl of candy and set it out on the porch for any late trick-or-treaters as he parks his bike.
“Hey, thanks for inviting me,” he says. His voice is even nicer in person.
You hold your arms out for a hug before he's even in the door. He walks into you with his arms hesitantly outstretched and you curl your arms under his. His big corduroy arms wrap around you like a blanket, loosely at first, then you squeeze him around the waist and inhale, and he gives you the bear hug you really wanted. His shirt smells like a wood shop. His jacket has a faint hint of smoke. And his skin - his thick, masculine neck, smells freshly showered, minty.
You invite him in and lock the door behind him. You have a big leather sofa with an oversized plush ottoman. Your TV is mounted on the opposite wall. You’re going to watch Black Christmas and the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
You take Corey’s jacket and for the first time see his strong, expansive chest. He notices you noticing, and he assumes he has something on his shirt. He looks down at himself and brushes nothing off his chest then smiles shyly and tucks a wild curl behind his ear. You welcome him to sit on the couch with you. He sits upright, awkwardly. You can tell he's going to need some encouragement.
He faces the tv and you face him with your feet up on the couch. You tuck your feet under his muscular thigh. He puts his large hand on your foot and stretches his big feet out onto the ottoman. After twenty minutes like this, you say “Can I have another hug? The first one’s wearing off” and smile
"Come here," he says, smiling shyly and extending his arm. He's finally relaxing.
You settle in next to him, hugging him from the side, inhaling his masculine, minty woodshop smell. He strokes your arm.
Your skin is hungry for his. You can't get close enough to him. The closer you are, the closer you need to be. You already have your arms wrapped all the way around him, and his arms over yours, and you still don't feel close enough. It's like your body has a magnetic need to be all the way around his. Like an affectionate, emotional horniness.
"Wanna lie down?" you ask? "On your back." You wonder if that was too direct, but he takes off his glasses, then does it.
He lies there, watching you curiously. You climb on top of him, straddling his sturdy hips with your legs, and you slip your hands under his large arms. You hug and squeeze him like a koala. "Can I stay like this?" You ask. “Like forever?”
He laughs softly at you. "Yeah, you can stay like that," he says softly. You love feeling his voice through his chest. “I like it. Do you want to watch the movie like this?"
"Yeah," you say. You haven’t been this close to anyone the whole time you’ve lived in Haddonfield.
He’s very strong and solidly built, but not overly cut, which you love. He’s unassuming and comfortable to lie on. He’s perfect. Your head is against his soft flannel chest, rising and falling with his breaths, listening to his heart pound. Your knees are to either side of his hips. You're straddling his meaty thighs and it's a stretch. Your crotch is just below his, but they would be aligned if you got out of your koala posture. You scoot your knees back a little. You’re very comfortable. His hand comes to your head and strokes your hair. Your eyelids are heavy.
"You're really pretty, you know," he says as your breathing grows steady and falls in rhythm with his against his chest. Your heart swells.
His belt buckle digs into you. You pull your head up for a second and touch his belt buckle and say "can I?" He blushes and nods. You feel his cock twitch under your arm as you unfasten it and slide out the leather.
As hot as he is, your awareness of his cock doesn’t distract you from your primary desire at the moment, which is just to be close to him. You're so overwhelmed with affection for him that your number one priority is to hug him forever and never let him go and never let anyone hurt him again. You pull a thick blanket over both of you and doze off top of him.
***
When the movie ends, you wake up in the same position. You look up at Corey and he's asleep. You stretch out so you’re more parallel to him and lie on top of him with one of your legs falling between his. Your hunger for affection is actively being satisfied, and now a different hunger stirs in your core.
He looks so peaceful. He stirs and you kiss him on the cheek, then the neck, then you lock eyes and kiss him on the mouth. His soft lips embrace yours. As he kisses you tenderly, you begin to unbutton his flannel shirt. You feel him harden against your thigh and your clit is screaming for you to grind against him but you don't want to make any sudden moves. You can take the lead if you have to, but want to savor every moment and resist the urge to rush things. You kiss affectionately as you finish unbuttoning his shirt. Meanwhile, you’re twitching with need for him.
You spread your hands out, fingers wide, and trace his pecs through his tight, thin undershirt. His breathing changes when your palms graze his nipples and you feel him twitch against your thigh. He sits up on his elbows and you back off to give him room. He takes his arms out of the flannel sleeves, revealing how his thick arms fill his thin undershirt.
Corey looks like he’s trying to read your face like a book as he drops the flannel shirt to the floor. He begins to wrap his arms around you again, but you slide your hands under his white cotton shirt. His skin is smooth and warm under your fingers. You meet his eyes with a hopeful look. He helps you remove the shirt, then he lies back down and opens his arms for you.
You take off your own sweater, and before laying back down on him, you take a moment to appreciate his bare chest. His skin is pale and smooth and warm. You hug him again like you were, with your cheek now resting on his bare, warm chest. One hand strokes your hair while the other caresses your back. His large fingers graze over your bra strap repeatedly, and you take that as his way of asking you to remove it, so you do. His face flushes and you smile. His eyes look back and forth between your nipples as you bring your chest to his. There’s a magnetism between your bare torsos as they meet and your breasts flatten against him. He rests his arms on top of you and strokes your skin. You kiss his neck, then his cheek, then his mouth, and you’re making out again.
You take in the feeling of his lips against yours, his skin against yours. Your chests and arms together feel like they should never come apart. You could stay like this for hours, do nothing else, and still consider it a good night, but you want all of him against all of you. When you look him in the eyes, you’re certain he wants the same.
“Your skin feels so good,” he whispers.
“Yours too. I want to feel all of it.”
He slips a hand in between the two of you and you lift yourself up to give him some room. Large knuckles graze your skin as he unbuttons, then unzips his pants. You scoot yourself down toward his feet and begin to slowly remove his jeans, pulling from the ankles. His briefs start to come with them, revealing some red pubic hair. He doesn’t pull the briefs back up. He’s breathing slowly, deliberately. His thighs are muscular and fade from white to tan. His legs have soft, auburn hair and a few scars lighter than his skin. His feet are huge. You leave his socks on. You almost can’t believe how lucky you are to have him here in your house.
You lie down again, cradled by a large arm, slowly squirm out of your joggers - you weren’t wearing any underwear to take off. He watches you while you’re nestled against him. Your entire naked body now lies against him. He takes his free hand and nudges his briefs down a little more and you help him slowly pull them off with your hand, then your toes, not wanting to leave his side again. He raises his knees one at a time to help. You don’t look directly at his cock but you see enough to know it’s thick and getting thicker.
You’re both nude. The room is just chilly enough that your body heat together will be enough. You pull the blanket up so only your heads peek outside it. You’re cuddled up so close you’re like one body with two heads. You hook your bare leg over one of his and nestle comfortably against him. You reach down and remove one of your socks, then use the toes of that foot to remove your other sock. You slip your big toe into the hem of his sock and he lets you remove them one by one and he giggles when it tickles.
As you play footsie, you feel his cock harden against your leg, and you feel yourself moistening against his strong, hairy thigh. The contiguity of your bodies is intoxicating - the magnetism of his warm skin against yours.
He kisses you softly on the forehead, then on the lips. You close your eyes and inhale through your nose as you kiss, feeling his arms around you. You’re cosmically absorbing him into yourself and at the same time transmitting yourself into him. You want all his feelings and his fears and his trauma and his problems. You want both of you to carry them and yours together as one.
His cock swells against you and his pelvis pushes into your leg and he whispers "sorry."
It stirs you from your affectionate stupor and you whisper back, "don't be. It's natural." You bend your knee and spread your legs, shifting yourself so his hardness is nestled against your warmth. "And I like it," you add. “I want more,” you purr. He takes a deep breath.
Corey’s expansive hands glide over your arms and his thick arms wrap around you tighter. His hot, stiff, member rubs against your warmth. You grind against him, bury your nose in his armpit, and inhale slowly. Your nipples harden as his musk fills your nostrils.
He kisses the top of your head. You look and he bows his head, a wild curl falling in his forehead, and his lips meet yours. He pushes his rock-hard length against you harder as you kiss, and you feel pre-cum. You tilt your hips, slickening his shaft. He softly moans and pulses rhythmically there. You badly want to be filled by him. Your body inches upward on his. Your legs spread for more direct contact and you grind your clit hard against his shaft. You drag your warm, wet cunt against him. Your hips tilt, offering your entrance if he wants to take it.
The wet, swollen head of his cock slides against your folds and nuzzles at your soaking wet entrance. You truly ache for him. You feel the pain not only in your throbbing cunt but in your head and in your chest.
His cockhead nudges your entrance and you whisper “yes.”
His hips rotate upward and the head of his cock pushes into you, unleashing a swarm of butterflies in your core. He sighs. He inches further into you, pleasantly stretching your cunt. Time stands still. You feel his cock pulse and your hips start to move on their own. As you roll into him, his hips jolt up, plunging his whole length into you.
It takes your breath away. You’ve never felt happier than this moment. He sighs and you gasp as pleasure shoots through your spine and spreads to your nipples, your thighs, all your skin against his. Your eyes feel weak like you might cry.
Corey is still for a moment, both of you savoring the first moment his length was sheathed entirely in your warm, wet cunt. You breathe with him, feeling your skin against his, your cunt around his cock. You feel him pulse inside you, then he pulls back a few inches before thrusting into you harder. He shudders as he fills you again. Your chest is hot against his. Your arms curl under his and his thick fingers dig into the smooth skin of your back.
You bring your knees up and hug him like a koala again, rolling your hips into his, your throbbing clit rubbing against his pelvis, savoring the perfect feeling of his length inside you. Your body has a mind of its own now. Your hips let his shaft halfway out, then lower yourself back down hard, and repeat. You drag your breasts down his chest a few inches then sit up. He marvels at your body and his hands come to your hips as you ride him. He reaches for a breast and your nipple hardens against his wide palm. Your pace quickens.
Corey’s face is flushed and his eyes are dark. His dark eyes sparkle as they gaze into yours. His lips are slightly parted. “You’re so beautiful,” he says in a low, gruff voice. “I love being inside you.”
“I love it too,” you say as you keep riding him. He closes his eyes and you watch his hot Adam’s apple as he swallows. His breathing gets heavier. His hands go from your breasts to your sides then beg you closer against him. You kiss him deeply as you lower your breasts to his chest. His lips are soft and plush but they kiss you hard this time, invading your mouth with his strong tongue, sucking you into him, consuming you as you ride him.
Your hard nipple grazes against his and he softly moans into your mouth. His hips rise and you slowly stop riding him, hovering half-on his cock, begging his hips upward into yours. He thrusts upward into you and begins fucking you from the bottom and your cunt clenches around him. You both breathe heavily against each other’s mouths, breathing each other’s breath.
He starts to say something, “I–” but his own moan cuts him off. You sense he’s about to come and as much as you want his hot seed to fill you up, you want to swallow it even more. You want your body to digest him, millions of little versions of him, take little bits of him and turn them into you and you into him.
Your cunt is clenched around him but you beg it to release. You lift your hips and slowly let his swollen cock slide out. It’s ready to burst. You grab it in your soft hand and scoot quickly down his legs, then bring your lips to the head of his cock. You suck the head of his salty cock then open your jaw to slide your lips down his girth. Your strong tongue massages him and you suck from the back of your throat. He strokes your hair and groans and says he’s going to come.
His hips tense as his cock releases a huge salty load into your throat in waves. You seal your lips around his shaft, not wanting to waste any of it at all. You swallow after every pump, still sealed round his shaft. Then, once he’s empty, you gently slide your lips off and replace them with your gentle hand, wanting to protect him from the cold as he deflates.
He sits up and kisses you frantically, pushing you down onto the opposite end of the couch so you’re on the bottom. His huge hand engulfs your cunt and his lips come to your nipple, then your neck. His middle three fingers massage your aching clit and your hips roll up into his huge hand. You can tell he’s desperate to make you come. It won’t take much. He begins to move his hand to your thighs, and you sense he’s getting ready to bury his head between your legs, but you’re too close to let him break contact. You grab his wrist and force him to stay.
His lips come back to your neck and he sucks you hard, biting you lightly, as his soaking wet hand pleasures you rhythmically. You feel the blood in your neck rising to the surface of your delicate skin. Just a few more seconds and your back arches as pleasure shoots through your core, seizing your entire body, and through your final waves, you moan “Corey, Oh, Corey,” and your eyes well up, and his eyes water too as he kisses your lips again. You collapse and hug him into you, on top of you.
Corey nuzzles his curls into your neck and the skin of your chest tingles against his. Your insides buzz with his cum inside you. You would be content to stay like this all night. Preferably every night.
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