Diana is in for a surprise

As the doors to the elevator slid apart, Diana placed her right hand on her hip and did her best to look seductive and cool.

Upon looking into the elevator, however, Diana quickly lost that cool, and instead allowed her maw to drop fully and reveal her perfectly lined, spotless teeth.

Inside the elevator, Betsy was leaning against the mirrored wall, her thin white blouse pulled open to reveal her pair of flawlessly rounded and mouth-wateringly large breasts, with the dark nipples that crowned them being fully erect, most likely helped in becoming so by the left one of Peter’s large hands, which were currently sliding all over her chest and fit stomach, while his right hand were currently buried inside of Betsy’s washed-out denims, which were pulled open at the front. From the way in which his hand was moving around inside of the trousers, Diana concluded that Peter was most likely busy fingering Betsy.

As for Betsy, she was using her left hand to caress Peter’s firm behind, while the digits on her right one was fondling every inch of his long, hard cock, which was pulled out from his opened pants. Standing right in front of Betsy, Peter’s tallness and his considerable bulk meant that he made an impressive sight in comparison to his substantially shorter and slimmer partner, even if Betsy was far from being a grey mouse, her hips being wide below her slim waist and fit abdomen, where her ample bosom was sure to get one’s attention.

Unable to do anything other but to gawk at the scene on display before her, Diana watched as Betsy’s curled her fingers around the thick trunk of Peter’s member and gave it determined jerk, letting her hand rub over the thick veins while she pulled his foreskin backwards.

Realizing that the elevator doors would most likely slide shut again any second now, Diana reached forwards to the panel by the doors, hitting the button which suspended from shutting again.

The electric ringing that signalled that she had done so caused Betsy and Peter to turn away from their intense foreplay, and to look at Diana.

“Ah, we seem to have gone all the way to the top now.” Betsy said as she slipped out from her position between Peter and the wall, and exited the elevator.

“What’s going on?” After trying hard for a few seconds, Diana finally managed to ignore the two for long enough to formulate and post her question.

“Oh, it’s quite profane really,” Betsy began, doing nothing to tidy up her clothing, while Peter went even further and had began to strip out of his clothes where he stood in the elevator, “as we were going here, Peter asked me to go into his head and adjust a few things, such as lowering his inhibitions and such, in order for him to not be all choked-up and frozen by being around the two of us dressed up in sweet little nothings all day.”

Pausing, Betsy glanced back at Colossus, who had now stripped down to his boxers and t-shirt, before turning her gaze back to Diana,

“Whatever you did, it seems to be working.” Diana noted, her blue eyes shifting their focus from Betsy, who had now completely removed her blouse and had begun to pull down her pants, to Peter, who was just about to pull his briefs all the way down, back to Betsy, whose black thong, which had been pulled aside by Peter earlier so that her wet slit was fully visible to Diana.

“Yes, the magnificent bastard jumped me while we were waiting for the lift. Still, we might as well have little fun before we start being photographed, rather than afterwards.”

To highlight what Betsy meant by that, Peter, who was now completely naked, exited the elevator and approached the two buxom heroines.

Still somewhat taken unaware by Betsy’s and particularly Peter’s behaviour, Diana couldn’t help but smile as the tall, muscular Russian came up in front of her.

This, Diana thought, would surely turn out to be a good day…