Nancy

Robin huffed around the dick, already looking fed up. Then Steve had to look away as his friend’s lips sealed themselves around the black cock, beginning to move up and down along its veiny, slimy surface.

But on Steve’s other side was Nancy. She was panting now, fully thrusting with the cock so that her body was sliding up and down the slippery floor. The pounding was making her entire body move in response, from her flat stomach to her taut thighs. Even her small, perfect tits were jiggling inside their bra.

Steve’s back stiffened as he felt a clawed hand on his back. “I agree, Harrington,” Vecna said. “Nancy would look better with her bra off.”

Before Steve could protest, the monster waved his hand and ripped his crush’s bra away. Steve’s mouth fell open at the sight of those tits moving: they had got slightly bigger and he saw the pink nipples stiffen before his eyes from the sudden cold.

Finally, Nancy was looking up at him and Steve could not help himself: he looked away from her jiggling chest and met her gaze. The feeling was like lightning, electricity shooting from him as he saw her, fully naked for the first time since their breakup. And she saw him.