Natasha Manages To Get Her Air Filter On, But Not Before Getting A Whiff

Even as Natasha Romanoff worked to slip the air filter over her nose and mouth, her dark-adjusted eyes dilated further, and a blush began to spread across her face, even to her ears. She blinked as an unnatural heat filled her body. A sensual, familiar arousal completely out of place for where she was.

Her hand went to the zipper of her suit, and she pulled it down, exposing more of her sweaty skin to the air. Shaking her head to clear if, the Black Widow continued to prowl deeper into the building. Every sense tuned for the slightest sound or movement that might show she'd been discovered, that her enemy knew she was here.

Only it was getting more difficult to think.

Natasha Romanoff had cocks on the brain.

That time she'd caught Captain America in the shower, his American manhood dangling halfway down her thighs immediately causing her to get wet. Riding the Winter Soldier during a cold, snowy night, his cold metal left hand on her lower back as she rose and fell. That time with the Hulk, when she had felt that radioactive rod deep inside of her and was suddenly very glad that pregnancy wasn't a possibility...not that there had been much danger of that, when the green goliath had slid his semen-slick shafter back down to press against her ass, to unleash his gamma-irradiated seed into her bowels.

The Black Widow was breathing hard by the time she emerged from the air vent in the lower level of the pork packing plant, straining her air filter. She was dripping with sweat, body feverish. It was a testament to her training and experience that she was still coherent as she snuck through the industrial kitchen-space and located the absolute sty that was Porkum's chamber.

Dried cum covered the walls. The mattress was off the bed, the sheets tangled and filthy. Empty booze bottles and takeout containers cluttered the floor. One entire wall was a screen, and it played soundless porn.

Supervillain porn.

Natasha paused as she saw a woman **** on Mandrill's cock. The Wrecker working his crowbar in and out of Titania's asshole. Her lips twisted in a grimace of revulsion as she saw Baron Strucker, seated on some kind of high-tech throne, his chemically enhanced erection being serviced by the male and female twin villains Fenris, the young blonde siblings holding hands as they worshipped their father's cock together.

It was obscene.

The Black Widow's hand slid down, inside her suit, between her legs. Unable to tear her eyes away as her fingers squelched into her hot honeypot.