"Well, it all began like this..."

"Well, it all began like this..." You say as you reach up behind her neck with your hands.
"Me and Rogue were here, both of us naked..." With that, you grab hold of her collar from behind and rip it off with one forceful tug, the front upper part of her spandex-outfit falling downwards, releasing her full tits, each of them topped by dark nipple, by now so erect that it's gotta hurt!
"All right, sure enough, but that's purely circumstantial. You'll have to do better than that!" Psylocke tells you with a naughty grin, as she tugs her outfit down her legs and off her body, her belt sliding off her tight waist.
"I intend to, by all means at my disposal." You answer, flipping her over onto her back, you now being on top of her, getting a good view of her body: She's still wearing her elbow-high, fingerless gloves, and her thigh-high boots, a pair of bands tied above each glove and boot, all of which is dark-blue in colour, of course.
Standing up above her, you look down at her wet, hairless cunt, and decide that even though you'll conduct a few minor deviations from how you got Rogue ****, the result will most certainly be the same.
"You see," you say, grabbing hold off her legs and lifting them into the air, until her feet are resting on your shoulders, and her cunt is easily accessible, "I began with something like this!"
And with that, you push your long, thick cock into her pussy, producing a loud-pitch wail from Betsy, you merely grunt as you begin bucking your hips back and forth, pumping her with vicious energy.
It doesn't take Psylocke long to climax, screaming at the top of her lungs as the upper part of her body slams and trashes on the mattress, while you manage to keep her legs pinned.
Her writhing is just what you need, and you shoot a long stream of cum into her tight mound.
Panting, she looks up at you, sweat-drops running down her face (and other parts of her body as well).
"That was incredible, but there's something else I'd like you to do."
She uses her right hand to exit your cock from her cunt, slides her legs of shoulders and roll round, now standing on all four in Rogue's rather worn bed.
"Fuck me in the ass! There's nothing like a good, thick cock rammed up my sphincter! And poor old Warren never wanted to, always muttering something about "painful and traumatic memories" when I asked him to. Will you do it?"
She looks back at you, a pleading look across her face as her hands are busy spreading her asscheeks apart, offering up her rectum to you.