Daredevil

Matt was relaxing in a hot shower after a long stint as Daredevil. His body had been left battered and bruised after the earlier battle with his arch-foe, but that didn't account for his current swelling. His mind had totally moved on from that earlier encounter.

He wondered why Sue Storm was standing so openly in his bathroom, leaning against the tiled wall, her legs spread as what he could only assume was her ****-field plunged in and out of her moist pussy. He wondered whether it would be gentlemanly to say something, but Matt Murdock, while often a gentleman, could also be a horny little devil.

His soapy hand moved to his billy club as his heightened senses took all of her in, the squelchy sound her fingers made, her moist sex smell mixed with the sweet perfume of her perspiration, her muffled gasps. And then there was that figure, which his radar sense just couldn't ignore; not as muscular as Elektra's, but curvy in all the right places, with a shaved vagina that he now wanted to taste and touch as well as just smell. As his billy club extended, he knew he couldn't be silent any longer.

"Sue," he said. "I know you're there."

She gasped, her ****-field still pounding her pussy. "You can see me?" she asked, the other ****-field over her mouth falling away.

"I know you're there," he repeated, as water fell down around him, the drops of moisture accentuating her stunning outline. "But I've never been one to watch."

She dropped all of her ****-fields as he started striding towards her. "I've been a bad girl," she told him, "but I can be badder. You're sure you can handle me?"

"I'm a man without fear," he told her, as his body pushed against hers, feeling her soft skin. For the second time that day, he knew he'd hit the Bullseye.