Get the suit off!

“Proklyat'ye! I can’t take it!” the Black Widow screamed from her web of sparks. Fighting against her contracting muscles, she brought her hands up the neck of the suit. With a groan and furious pull the suit came apart, expanding into a large “V” across her torso. To hell with the mission. She needed to get this damn suit off!

“Ublyudok! Ublyudok!”

She peeled the suit from her body, feeling relief as her breasts popped free. She frantically pulled her arms from out of their sleeves. She gasped in short, hot breaths. The suit was still sending shockwaves through her entire lower body. She gripped with shaking hands at the bottom of the V of the suit’s opening. She felt a bolt travel across her right ass check.

“D'yavol!”

Laying back, she arched her hips and wiggled furiously. Inch by inch, her smooth, slick body slid out of the suit. When the suit was down to her thighs, she sat up. The cool of the of metal duct work was soothing against her skin. Kicking and tugging wildly, the suit was down to her ankles. It still clung to her feet! Still sent shocks between each of her toes!

“Son of a bitch! Enough!” Drool from her mouth.

Natasha fell back , flinging her feet in every direction until at last her feet came loose. She was free of the suit! Natasha then bolted upright, her ample breast bouncing with the movement. She leaned forward and vindictively snatched up the suit. Electricity still coursed through the material. She spat on the suit emphatically and then threw it away from her, deep into the ventilation shaft.

Then SHIELD’s best agent, a spy trained in the world’s deadliest arts, fell forward and collapsed in an exhausted, naked heap. Her plumb, toned, flushed rear end stuck into the air like a ripe peach. Sweat sparkled and ran all down her back. Forgetting everything else, Natasha bathed in the sweet, naked release from the suit until…