Two sumo wrestlers slamming into one another.
Elephants stampeding right into each other.
Rhinos locking horns.
There were a lot of different metaphors that could be used for Ororo and Anne Marie's collision but the proper way to describe it would be two forces of nature. It was the waves of the ocean striking against a sheer cliff face. Power that man had no hope of replicating exploding against one another.
One moment they had been screaming at each other, hurling insults. The next they were locked in a passionate embrace, unable to help themselves thanks to (unbeknownst to them) all of Jean's own meddling that had increased their sex drives. Without Scott there to help release their pent up need they turned to each other.
Rogue had Ororo down on the ground after a few moments, tables rattling and falling over as the two of them began to tear at each other's clothing. Garments were shredded in their frenzy as the two women sought to gain access to more of their partner's skin. Lips sucked and teeth nibbled on tender spots as fingers groped about wildly. Ororo sank her fingers into Rogue's meaty rear, forcing the other woman tighter against her as the two rolled about the greenhouse. Rogue wasn't passive though as she fondled Ororo's tits, pulling on her nipples and making the dark skinned beauty cry out in lust.
The mini rain clouds Storm had summoned earlier unleashed a downpour on the two but that only served to keep them cool enough to keep going as they twisted about, finally settling so that their faces were pressed against each other's dripping honey pots. Tongues wagged and mouths latched onto muffs as they began to eat each other out, gorging themselves of sexual desires. While both mentally admitted that Scott was far better the two women weren't complaining about their fuckfest, as sometimes it took a woman to please a woman. To understand just what would revs their engines.
And when they both came with twin screams of pleasure they panted... before going for round two.
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