Ask Marco if you can use his shower to clean up before continuing — you're a mess and have ten houses left.

2 Breedmore Lane living room, Maplewood Suburbs, at 10:15 PM on Friday October 31, 2024

Marco's cock slips out of me with a wet, heavy sound, and immediately I feel the combined load of two men begin to seep from my swollen pussy — thick, white, dripping onto the towel in long strings. My thighs are slick with it. My ruined corset lies crumpled on the floor, soaked through with cum and massage oil, and my micro-skirt is twisted and stained beyond recognition.

"Can I use your shower?" I ask, my voice hoarse. "I'm... I'm a complete mess. And I've still got ten houses to go."

Marco kisses my forehead — tender, almost sweet — and eases himself off me. "Course you can, baby. Bathroom's down the hall, second door on the left. Towels in the cabinet."

I stand on shaky legs, cum running down my inner thighs in thick rivulets, and pad toward the hallway. The hot water is a revelation — I stand under the spray for several minutes, watching white swirl down the drain, scrubbing oil and semen from my skin. When I step out and wrap myself in a fluffy towel, I feel almost human again.

But when I gather my costume from the living room floor, reality hits. The sheer corset is torn at one seam, the fabric stiff with dried cum and oil. The micro-skirt won't even stay up — the waistband is stretched and warped. I hold them up, staring at them, and feel a knot of panic tighten in my chest.

"Problem?" Marco asks from the couch, still naked, watching me with those warm brown eyes.

"I can't wear this," I say flatly. "It's destroyed."

He grins — slow, knowing. "Funny thing about that." He reaches behind a cushion and produces a black garment, shaking it out. It's a bunny outfit — but not the cute kind. A strapless corset-style bodysuit in glossy black latex, cut so high at the hips that it barely covers anything. A fluffy white tail attached at the back. Matching wrist cuffs. A headband with tall velvet ears.

"I bought this for tonight," he says, holding it up. "It's designed for exactly this. You can get fucked in it all night and it stays on — just pull the crotch aside."

I stare at it. It's obscenely slutty. It's perfect for Halloween.

"But there's a catch," Marco continues, his voice dropping lower. He sets the outfit on the couch and meets my eyes. "I want your condoms, Luna. Both of them from your purse. And I want you to promise me something."

My stomach flips. "What?"

"Promise me you won't worry about that stuff tonight. No counting, no strategizing. You just... let whatever happens, happen." He steps closer, still naked, his half-hard cock swaying between his thighs. "You've already taken two raw loads, sweetheart. Your body clearly knows what it wants. Why fight it?"

He extends his hand toward me, palm up — waiting for the condoms.

"Give me those, put on the bunny suit, and go out there and enjoy the rest of your night. No regrets. No overthinking. Just pleasure."

His brown eyes are gentle but unwavering. The towel is slipping from my shoulders. The bunny outfit gleams on the couch like a dare.