Guys, I know what you're thinking. "Why the hell would you right smut about Tiffany Valentine and Michael Myers? They're not even from the same movie, nor franchise. That doesn't even make sense." And to that, I say, "It's not about making sense. It's about making love."
For further warning, this consists of unprotected intercourse, Tiffany Valentine being a dom, while Michael is a sub, and Michael being tied up.
Michael sat quietly at the edge of the bed, his upper body bound by leather straps that resembled a straight jacket. He breathed heavily as he stared at the blonde in front of him, anger in growing him with every exhale. His eyes peered through his mask, giving Tiffany a threatening death stare.
"Now, now, Michael. Don't give me that look. You oughtta be ashamed of yourself. Killing my boyfriend like that. You really have no self-restraint." Tiffany hissed, taking a long, final puff of her cigarette before burning it out on the ash tray.
Michael grunted lowly, breathing like an agitated bull. "Why so hostile, Mr. Myers?" Tiffany teased, bending over to look at him.
"You know what I think? I think you need to be punished for what you did. Such a naughty boy." Tiffany removed her white silk nightgown, revealing the black lingerie she'd been wearing under it. She reached in her drawer, pulling out a little pink vibrator.
Michael watched as Tiffany playfully unzipped his pants, stroking dick as to harden him up a bit. "You need to relax," She whispered teasingly, looking deeply into the eyes of his mask.
"You're just so...tense." She chuckled, turning on the vibrator and putting it to the tip of his cock. He grunted in surprise, letting his head back a bit. "That's right, Michael. Relax." She uttered, spitting on it. She rubbed the vibrator up and down, being sure to rub against the veins.
She kissed the tip, easing the upper part into her mouth and forcing it down her throat. Tiffany rubbed the vibrator against his balls, causing him to grunt in satisfaction and embarrassment. Her eyes welled as she shoved it in and out of her mouth, trying not to choke as her head bobbed. She lifted her head off of him, removing her bra and wrapped her breast around his cock.
She pressed her chest against him, moving body against him in a rhythmic pattern. Michael breathed in nervously, looking down at Ms. Valentine, as she stroked with her breast.
"And I better get an apology for your behavior, Michael." She looked up at him, a devious grin on her painted red lips. Michael came on her breast, letting out a guttural moan as he did so. She smiled at him, rising from the ground and pushing him back on the bed.
Tiffany climbed on top of Michael, slowly inching his cock inside of her. "Fuck.." Tiffany uttered, sitting down on it. She began to sway her hips, squeezing Michael's forearm as she rocked.
She let out a high hum, looking down at Michael. Michael's muscles relaxed as he let his head back, breathing out loudly.
Tiffany's inner walls ached at the action, twitching around him as she rode. She moaned out helplessly as he hit against her cervix, rubbing against her sensitive spots. Her thick thighs tightened around his waist, signaling that she was close. Tears brimmed her eyes as she sped up, Michael's cock basically abusing her insides.
"Fuck!" She cursed, cumming on Michael, but she still continued to ride it out, not reaching her goal of making Michael cum again. She whined as she tortured herself, forcing through the orgasm. Michael let out a quiet moan, moving his hips with Tiffany.
She fell forward a bit, now hovering over Michael as she rocked her hips. She could feel him harden inside her, tears falling from her eyes as he thrusted in and out of her body.
Michael groaned in ecstasy, cumming inside of Tiffany. She let out a breathy laugh of success, bending down to plant a kiss on the lips of his mask.
"Maybe you should kill another boyfriend so we can relax you again." Tiffang teased, wrapping her arms around him.
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