Midnight Budapest

The candles were out, only the red light from the emergency light in the hallway shone on the sweaty bodies. The vodka bottle rolled on the floor, the last drops dripping down Natasha’s thigh. Her clothes were completely torn – her lace panties were torn in two, her red bra had only one strap hanging down. Her large, firm breasts rose and fell with every breath, their pink tips wet with Bruce’s saliva.

Bruce (Batman) was completely naked. His body was like a stone statue – six-pack abs, the V-shaped line under his belly, and his hard, thick cock still glistening with Natasha’s fluid. The veins in his hand stood out as he grabbed Natasha by the waist and laid her down on the kitchen table.

**Natasha (harsh voice, wrapping her legs around Bruce's waist):** "The spy game is over. Now I just want you to make me unable to walk."

Bruce didn't answer. He just rubbed his cock into Natasha's wet mouth – not inside, just the tip of it on her lips, on her tongue. Natasha knelt down, opened her mouth wide, and took it all the way down her throat. She was jerking her head back and forth, her saliva dripping onto the floor. Bruce fisted Natasha's red hair, pressing her harder, all the way down her throat.

**Bruce (harsh voice):** "Swallow it. All of it."

Natasha swallowed, her throat tight, tears welling up in her eyes. Bruce lifted her up, set her on the table, raised her legs up to his shoulders. Natasha's wet, pink pussy was wide open. Bruce thrust his tongue inside her – deep, swirling, like when he's breaking a lock. Natasha screamed, his cum splashing on Bruce's face.

Bruce stood up, thrust his cock all the way in with one thrust. Natasha gasped. Each thrust was like an explosion – the table shook, glasses fell. Bruce put his arm around Natasha's neck, squeezing, not too hard, just enough to make her gasp.

**Natasha (gasping):** "Smother me... when I come."

Bruce thrust. Natasha orgasmed – her pussy tightened around Bruce's cock, her cum pouring down Bruce's thighs like a flood. Bruce cummed inside her too – hot, thick, full of cum. Natasha shivered, her nails staining Bruce's back with blood.

But it wasn't over.

Natasha got off the table, laid Bruce on the floor. She sat on his face – her pussy on Bruce’s mouth, her ass on his nose. Bruce slid his tongue back in, while Natasha took Bruce’s semi-hard cock in her hand and tightened it again. Natasha turned, doing a 69. Her mouth on Bruce’s cock, her pussy on Bruce’s tongue. They both sucked, licked, bitten at the same time.

Natasha came again – this time on Bruce’s face, her cum on his eyes, on his hair. Bruce lifted her up, grabbed her from behind, slammed her against the wall. The thrusts were faster, deeper. Natasha pulled her hand back, squeezed Bruce’s balls.

**Natasha (screaming):** “In my ass... now!”

Bruce wet his finger with Natasha’s cum, inserted it into the tight hole of her ass. Natasha moaned. Bruce pulled out his cock, rubbed the tip of it against Natasha’s ass hole, pressed gently. Natasha held her breath. Bruce went all the way in – tight, hot, forbidden. Natasha screamed, having a dry orgasm, her body shaking.

Bruce emptied himself into Natasha’s ass – his hot cum spilled out of the tight hole, dripping onto Natasha’s thighs. They both fell to the floor, sweaty, bloody, gasping for breath.

**4 AM**

Natasha lay on Bruce’s chest, her finger running over Bruce’s tired cock. Bruce had put the mask back on, but his body was still naked.

He placed only a Batarang, wet with cum, on the table.

The apartment smelled of sex, vodka, and blood. The multiverse still trembled… But tonight, the Widow and the Bat belonged together.