"Watching" the Movie

To be honest, the movie was good, the Noir style was well done, and The intrigue was well paced and believable, especially for a 40 year old film. You could see how anyone could like it. But more importantly, it has shown you a new side to Jennifer. You had gone by this whole time thinking she was a prude, but it turns out she must be a steamy vixen once the lights go out. You could only imagine that if you weren't always home, she and Marcus would probably be fucking like rabbits. The thought of her in her bodysuit panting against the furniture, especially when paired up with the main stars in the throes of passion on screen, had your member raging against your pants, and based on the furnace under your arm, Jennifer was in a similar boat.

You decide that now is a good time to start making a move. You place your hand on Jennifer's hip and run it down her thigh. She tightens her legs together and presses back into you by reflex, pressing her ass into your rock-hard member. She turns to you, slightly. "Thank you... I'm glad you see me like this... But we can't continue. Marcus."

She's clearly wavering. You know, logically, she's about to break from the changes somewhat, but in the heat of the moment, you're determined to see how far you can go. "No," you reply, Holding her close. "You're a good girl. You're just treating me like Marcus. That's a good thing. Besides. You want my cock."

"That makes sense," she slurs in a sultry, lust-drunk tone.

"Say it." You demand. "It's good to treat me like Marcus. You want my cock."

"It's good to treat you like Marcus." she repeats, grinding into you harder, and slipping her bodysuit and panties out of the way to play with her clit. "Haah..." She moans, grinding smoother and deeper. "I want your cock." Sweat drips from her brow as Her panting increases.

"Kiss me." You command, and she obeys. She turns around and kisses you slowly and sensually, letting her tongue mingle with yours. Meanwhile, You pull your pants down and rub your underpants against her rear. The increased stimulation is Mind-blowing.

"No..." She whimpers into your mouth.

"Pants should stay off." You assert back, Jennifer parrots it in turn. And it wasn't too long before the two of you were rocking against each other, Fucking in all but reality. Soon enough, though, you felt your end coming and you commanded. "Come with me." And as you both finish, quivering and shining with afterglow, your seed soaking through your underpants and moistening her back, and a faint puddle soaked into the couch from where Jennifer was working herself. You lay there gently kissing for a while Jennifer's eyes slowly regain their light, filled with shame and anger, and a combination of cheers and crashing sounds start to pour out from your phone.