Yes, and shows off her other attributes.

Taylor followed Jean into the motorhome, his eyes were glued to her shapely arse. As he stepped inside he was forced to look away. His eyes widened as he looked around. Futuristic technology littered the room, from the tv mounted to the far wall, to the touch screen displays near the door leading to the front seats.

“Holy shit, I thought this was meant to be old?” Taylor asked, walking around the room.

“It is, but Hank and Scott have been tinkering away.” Jean said, smiling at him. “Do you think it is enough for you, I also helped.”

“It’s perfect,” Taylor said, stepping up to Jean. He kissed the redhead on the lips, before smiling at her. “You certainly know how to treat me well.”

“I could say the same for you,” Jean said, the blush returning to her cheeks. “Let me show you upstairs, there is a master bedroom and a single one, along with a bathroom.”

“Wait, what?” Taylor asked, raising an eyebrow. “This place has an upstairs, bloody hell is it big.”

“Yup,” Jean smiled at him as she led him to the next floor. “There is also a storage closet here. You might be visiting a few places on your trip, a perfect place to store things.”

“I’m not really going on a trip, just trying to get down to New York undercover.” Taylor said, walking into the master bedroom. It was big, but compact. At the back of the motorhome, windows dominated the far side and there was even a small table and fridge next to the bed. “This is perfect for what I need.”

“I’m glad you like it. I am going to miss you, so we should meet up again some time.” Jean frowned as she leaned back against the desk.

“Don’t worry, we will. Either come down in the jet or whenever you can get some time off, just call me.” Taylor said, grinning as he walked up to Jean. He placed a palm on her stomach. “Plus, you will soon have something to remember me by.”

“Ah...yeah. I do hope I get pregnant.” Jean said, giggling softly.

“You will, I’ll make sure of it.” Taylor said, kissing her lightly on the lips before pulling away. “Now bend over the desk, time to fuck.”

“I was hoping you would say that,” Jean said, giving him a smouldering look before turning around and bending over the desk.

Taylor smiled, placing his hands on her butt and massaging them. He then flipped her skirt over her hips, revealing her black thong. Taylor placed a finger under the string and pulled. The thong ripped with a snap, showing off her wet entrance.

“God, you’re already wet.” Taylor said, rubbing a finger along her entrance.

“Ah….fuck yes!” Jean moaned, her red hair falling down and obscuring her face. She thrust her hips backwards. “Please, fuck me!”

“I will, but I also enjoy teasing you.” Taylor said, smiling down at the superheroine. Over the next few minutes he massaged her entrance, every once in a while he would dip his fingers into her pussy. But he only kept them inside for a brief moment before pulling them out and massaging her lips again.

“Fuck….that feels nice! Keep doing it baby!” Jean moaned,her hips bucking.

“You are one eager slut, are you?” Taylor said, his eyes roaming up to her arsehole. He had said to Jean and Storm that he would fuck their backsides, what better time then now to fulfill his promise.

“Uh-huh, I’m your eager slut!” Jean's mind was filled with lust and desire. Primed for him to fuck her.

“Good,” Taylor said, pulling away and stroking his shaft. He lathered his cock with her juices, trying to make it wet and slick as possible. He then started to massage her back hole, causing Jean to tense up.

“Do….you want my asshole?” Jean asked, glancing back over her shoulder at him.

“Yeah, I do. That’s not going to be an issue, is it?” Taylor said, spanking her cheeks.

“Ah….no. Please fuck my little hole!” Jean moaned, her eyes glazing over.

“That’s exactly what I intended to do,” Taylor said, nodding. He felt as if her hole and his shaft was as lubricated as he could make it. It was time for him to plow her depths, where no man had gone before. He lined his cock up with her arsehole and then pressed it inside. It was a struggle to even get the tip of his cock inside. But once it was inside, it was a little bit easier to get the rest of his shaft inside. “Ah….fucking hell you’re tight.”

“God, you’re filling me up.” Jean moaned, her head pressed against the desk beneath her. Her legs wobbled, as if she was having trouble supporting herself.

Taylor ground his teeth, as inch by inch his shaft disappeared inside her. A few seconds later he let out a breath of air as he was fully sheathed. Her bubble butt pressed back against him, as if enticing him to pound her. His shaft speared her bowels while her muscles clamped down.

“Shit, I have been waiting for this for so long!” Taylor said, gasping for air. He spanked her cheeks a few more times, until there were red marks on her skin.

“UGH!” Jean moaned, each time he spanked her. She turned slowly to look at him, her breathing was haggard and her hair a mess. “Fuck me baby, make me scream!”

Taylor raised an eyebrow and then smiled. Obviously his pet would want him to feel the maximum amount of pleasure, even if it meant she was in a little bit of pain.

“Of course,” Taylor said, pulling out until only the tip of his cock was inside her. He didn’t waste another moment, and slammed back inside her arse. “Ah...fuck!”

Tayloe started to fuck Jean. Slow at first, mostly because her hole was still extremely tight. But as the minutes passed he slowly increased his pace and built up a rhythm. Until he was pounding her arse.

“AH……..FUCK YEAH. KEEP DOING THAT BABE!” Jean screamed.

“Like I…. would ever stop!” Taylor replied. He breathed deeply as he pounded Jean. As the minutes passed it had become easier to plunge into her depths. The roughness of the fuck caused him to shudder. The pleasure washing through him was intense and almost unbelievable. “Ah...god!”

Taylor spanked her arsecheeks, one after the other. He kept doing this for the next few minutes until her cheeks were scarlet. With each strike he earned another gasp or moan from Jean. There was a cerebral tone to her screams, her volume rising with each impact.

“AH…...PLEASE BABY, ALMOST THERE!” Jean screamed, her face planted against the table.

Taylor ground his teeth, her words ready to send him over the edge. His own orgasm rapidly rose within him. He reached forward and gripped a fistful of Jean’s red hair and pulled her head back.

“UGH!” Jean screamed.

“Fucking hell!” Taylor moaned, closing his eyes as he cummed.

“FUUUUCK!” Jean screamed, her muscles clenching around his shaft as her own orgasm ripped through her body.

Taylor fucked her for a few more moments before he was forced to stop. He was fully inside her arse and all he could do was hold on for dear life as his balls emptied within bowls. Her muscles squeezed his shaft, as if trying to coax out as much cum as possible while Jean orgasmed.

“Ah!” Taylor gasped, breathing deeply as he brushed a few drops of sweat from his forehead. His chest ached a little, he had exerted himself a lot as he fucked Jean. He smiled down at the redhead, because what he went through looked nothing like what Jean had been through.

Jean lay against the desk, staring vacantly at the far wall. Her cheeks were red and her hair a mess. She breathed deeply, and there were soft moans escaping her mouth. She had all but collapsed against the desk, with his hold on her hips the only thing keeping her from falling to the floor.

“I ….will definitely fuck your arse again, but maybe I need to pay Storm a visit before I do so.” Taylor said, hooking his hands underneath her armpits and then dragging her to the bed, with him still fully inserted into her arse. “I don’t really want to make her jealous.”

“Ah…” Jean moaned as she landed onto the bed face first, Taylor collapsed on top of her.

“Why don’t we relax here for a little bit, I am sure no one will check up on us for a while.” Taylor said, tiredness sweeping through his body.

“Yeah….that would be nice.” Jean said, closing her eyes and her breathing evening out a few moments later.

Taylor laughed as he realised she was tired not just from the arse fuck, but also from the earlier pounding he gave her. He sighed as her arse pressed back against him. Taylor was sure sleeping on top of a woman wasn’t his most preferred method of sleeping. But he definitely wasn’t going to change position, not when as soon as he woke back up he would return to fucking Jean again.

“I can’t wait to leave….and fuck all the beautiful women in New York.” Taylor said, yawning as his eyes grew heavy and he fell asleep. “I….can’t...wait.”