Elizabeth Olsen

"Helloooo," came a voice in a sing-songy tone. "Mommy's home!"

You turn to see the Scarlet Witch herself, Elizabeth Olsen. She's moving so effortlessly she seems to be floating like an actual witch.

Dressed in a white shirt, and grey yoga pants, her long brown hair stops just at her shoulders in a low-maintenance bob. She is the picture-perfect example of the MILF archetype as even in this rather plain outfit, her curves and sexuality are impossible to deny. She stops and smiles as she sees Brie on her knees, still bobbing despite the interruption.

"Oh, you bitch! You started without me AGAIN!" she says in mock anger as she crosses the room toward you both. "But, I can at least understand why you'd want to go first with this one. Where'd she find you, studly?" she whispers. You feel her grab your shoulders and start to gently massage them and a chill runs down your spine like a lightning strike straight through to your toes.

"I'm, ugh, around," you croak, feeling Liz press her chest into your back, looking down at the top of Brie's blonde locks. "You know, she pretends like she hates it, but this one's a real cock aficionado."

Brie rolls her eyes and works her tongue around your playfully in response, sending another shiver through you. Whatever dance these two are doing - for what seems like the umpteenth time - you were glad to be a part of it. Your own hands limp at your side, you watch dumbly as Liz moves hers down from your shoulders to caress your chest and stomach. Brie starts to loudly and exaggeratedly slurp at your cock, moaning and humming as her taut lips pump you for a load.

"Mmm, she makes it look so fun," Liz purrs. "I don't know if I'm going to be able to wait my turn..."

Your knees go weak at the suggestion, as you run down a long-held dream - and it's quickly replaced by several others that cloud your decision making.