Submissive Jinx

"Well," Raven began, a sly smile spreading across her face, "not many people realize this...in fact, I'm not sure if she knows herself, but she's submissive to a fault." I raised an eyebrow. That didn't sound right. How can a criminal be submissive? That's just bad for business.

"You're shitting me. Jinx? The criminal, Jinx, is a submissive?" I asked, sounding doubtful. Raven smirked at me, tracing her finger along my lips. "Mmm hmm. Once when I was chasing the little minx, I managed to pin her onto ground. I had no time to use my powers, so I just wrestled her," she explained. "She tried everything...kicking, swearing, biting me, but she couldn't get loose. In the struggle, my arm got around her chest. She's always been smaller then me, you know. Just a C-cup." Sighing, she reached down and began to fondle my rapidly recovering member. The idea of Jinx and Raven wrestling was pretty hot. I was tempted to ask if it was muddy.

"She let out sharp cry and said I was squeezing her tits too hard," Raven continued. "I had no intention of being nice to her after she had tried to escape by hitting my in the mouth with the back of her head, so I squeezed harder and told her to say please." Raven smiled, either from the memory or because I was at full height again. "She said please. I could feel her heart racing...heard the tremor in her voice. I made her beg me to stop hurting her breasts. And you know what?" "What?" "Her nipples were rock hard the whole time. Trust me, John, you and me working together can tame that wild cat." Raven smirked and moved her mouth closer to my ear. "Speaking of rock hard..."

As I dialed the Robo-slut hot line again, I was glad it was touch operated and you didn't have to talk. With Raven under the sheets and sucking my dick, I doubt I'd be able to keep my voice even.