#sinfulsunday

you and nat had always been close, as more people joined your little group of misfits the two of you were like peas in a pod.

however through this crisis you got even closer, a shift from friendship to lovers.

earlier that night steve had left to go to one of his meetings which meant you had a few hours to yourselves. in no time you ran a bath and popped open a bottle of champagne.

"to another day," you said clinking your plastic cup with the red head.

a small smile rose onto her lips. it was easy to try and forget about the rest of the world when she was with you.

setting down your glass you opened your arms for her to rest against your chest. your hands splayed on her toned stomach under the warm water.

you dug your chin in her shoulder before pressing a kiss to it, a soft noise leaving her lips.

"is this okay nat," you asked softly.

"please," she whispered out.

letting your lips press wet kisses to the side of her neck your hands started sliding down her abdomen until you reached her most intimate part.

you let your fingers trail up and down her folds before you sunk a finger into her tight pussy. you moved your hand in and out a few times before making a curling motion, rubbing on the sweet spot inside her.

her moans breathy in your ear driving you wild.

her hips trashed making the water slip outside the tub. she turned her head to face yours, puffy lips open and begging to be kissed.

"y/n im so close baby please i need to cum," she mewled out.

“look at my pretty boy, so sensitive,” you said jerking off his achy cock.

“please mommy i need you so bad,” the brunette whimpered out. his hair stuck to his forehead, beads of sweat sliding down his neck.

“you wanna cum inside me baby?” you asked with a pout on your lips.

he had already cum from your hand alone twice and once with your mouth. you knew the last one would do him in but who were you to deny him anything.

he nodded his head feverishly. pleases and moans escaping his lips.

getting up from your spot between his legs you settled on his hips. sliding his cock between your soaked folds. as you slid down you let your head fall back, feeling every inch and vein deep inside you.

“please mommy you feel s’good fuck,” he let out between broken cries.

you placed your hands on chest to help you bounce up and down. the sounds of skin slapping and your pornographic moans bouncing off the walls.

MC: Actually Gavin, I did mean it. I am tired of all the bull. Why don’t you pretend I am out with another guy so you can snatch me up like you did when I was on that blind date.

MC: Ahem yes, now fly over here bird cop and handcuff me to your bed post. Cause I am trying to fuck the police!

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MC: I was looking for the candy in your pants Mr. Chips. Maybe if I put it in my mouth I will find out what flavor will explode from the center of your lollipop?

MC: Don’t play Kiro I see the way you look at me when you think I am not watching. All you have to do is use that pick inside your pants to strum my kitty like a guitar.

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MC: Professors Lucien, I have a hypothesis that the size of your large hands and long fingers correlates to the size of other parts of your antonym.

MC: Please Professor tell me what will happen if I keep doing it, better yet show me, as you know I am one of those students that learns best from experience.

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MC: *pouting* Mr. CEO I am sorry. I noticed a wrinkling bulge in your pants after giving my report. I know how you like to be nice a tidy, so I wanted to give you a hand, and rub it out for you.