#sinfulheroes

“It’s Poison Ivy’s lipstick, she kissed me back during the fight. It’s a disabling aphrodisiac,” Aislin confessed, squirming in front of Jason as she didn’t want to show him her vulnerable, aroused, side. “It feels kind of good, I must admit,” she confessed, her nipples visibly hardened through her top. “Makes me…” she got on her hands and knees and crawled to Jason, palming him with one hand and tweaking her nipple with the other hand. “….want to be touched. All over,” she informed him, lapping her tongue over Jason through his pants to stimulate him. “Want me naked?” she asked, voice perky yet smile somehow eerie from the toxins she’d been given. “I want me naked,” Aislin informed Jason, taking her blouse off then going to shimmy out of her skirt and panties. “You should feel how turned on I am,” she informed him once undressed for him.

It was a new sensation, having someone so low and between her thighs. She was accustomed to riding and being ridden, and she'd felt so painfully shy when he'd first spread her so her legs hooked over his shoulders. She still felt shy, looking down her own body to meet his gaze. "You seem like you were made for this," she returned, albeit more breathlessly than she'd like her voice to be.

Ellen smiled, curling her hand around the back of his neck to pull him closer to her on her bed. "Then you should stay here and do just that," she told him once he was near enough to kiss. "For the morning, at least, if you can't spare the entire day."

Fingers gripped hard onto the mattress, moans spilled continously from her lips as she felt her tight cunt take a relentlessly pounding. Jessica hadn't expected to end up in the CEO's bed, of course she'd always found Jason to be attractive, but she never realised the attraction was mutual. Why would the CEO be attracted to the coffee girl? "Fuck! That feels so good!" The brunette managed to gasp out, not even trying to hide her pleasure.

Well, she couldn’t include ‘about to be well and truly fucked’ to that, now could she? She set her phone down, crossing one leg over the other, and brushing her foot over the side of his leg in the process. “On what your definition of a ‘good girl’ is.”

“God, it feels so fucking good…” Elle uttered out in hushed breaths, keeping the slow, languid, almost deliberate pace.