Dance with so totally not Mystique again

"You're not gonna try to get me to talk?" Weasel asked.

"The reader wants me to dance with big tits girl!"

My eyes were on big tits girl's big tits. The women in cages that were never mentioned until now, pulled off their bras and jiggled their tits around. Panties were flying about in the air. It was like that scene where Lois made the joke about pegging security. Well, I'm gonna peg them for real.

Without warning, I felt a war, strong arm around my waist. "Dad?" I turned round to see Angel Dust.

"Okay, I know I might have agonised you before but I promise to treat you better than the shitfuck at Lucasfilm."

"What are you talking about?"

Downstairs

"It's this fourth wall thing he has. Play along."

Doctor Doom might not have been able to break the fourth wall but he at least understood that Deadpool at least believed he could break the fourth wall.

The Club Floor

Suddenly, Angel Dust was all hot for me. I could feel her hand slide down to cup my left ass cheek and give it a squeeze.

I felt her hard slap on my ass.

"Damn, this is a change in attitude."

"I just want your massive cock in me."

I bent Angel Dust and rubbed my penis against it. I gave a hard slap to her ass. She let out a soft moan.

Downstairs

Doom watched Deadpool's heart race and internal body temperature pick up. The virus was spreading through his systems faster.

"Still, seventy one years and two months!"