Quality Time with Wasp

Post-nut clarity hit Jonathan and he felt both amazing and maybe just slightly bad about the way he’d twisted Janet’s mind around. He hadn’t at all set out to get a blowjob from the cute -hot- spunky Avenger but he hadn’t exactly tried to hold back as she happily pranced down the path he’d basically written in her head beforehand.

He sagged into the cushions, limp and blinking as a naked Janet Van Dyne hopped off the couch with a chirped, “Don’t move a muscle!” and her perfect little bubble butt bounced as she trotted out of the room.

An amazing blowjob and the shockwave of that climax had certainly purged the fear of Jean Grey for a little while but as he lay there with sticky thighs and a softening cock that felt raw from Janet’s fierce joyous sucking, the awareness of tomorrow began to twist at his stomach again.

Hell, all he’d really done was make it even worse! Now when she looked in his head she’d see an even more immediate and alarming violation!

How was he going to deal with this? Based on what Janet was saying, it wouldn’t be just look at him and- boom, whole brain and his every thought and experience read by Jean. It sounded like there’d be a lot of hand holding and asking permission as it was done in steps but all that really did was draw the process out. He was sure the high-level X-Men telepath would insist on seeing pretty much everything before she’d be satisfied.

Could he use that? Could he slip a thought over at the beginning that could sabotage the process? Something small and quick but nonetheless effective?

It seemed crazy to think about. Surely, she’d bat it away like a pro tennis player vs a toddler but he recalled his research and he still really didn’t think his power was on the same wavelength as typical Mutant telepaths.

IF she didn’t read everything immediately and IF she couldn’t sense his power copying a thought into her head… it could work. No one else had resisted at all once he thought for them, no matter how absurd or out of character the thought he implanted was.

And it didn’t have to be anything too bad really, just a… “None of this is bad and I don’t feel the need to spell out everything he has done, just a little common courtesy between telepaths. Clean bill of morality!”

Well, that was kind of long but something like that…

Janet came back with a moistened hand-towel. “Here we go. Time to get you all clean!” she announced, kneeling between his knees. She’d clearly taken a moment to clean all of the cum off of her own face and torso while in the bathroom.

Some guilt lingered and he sent the thought ”Was… that okay?”

She glanced up, puzzled. “Was what okay?”

”This. Us. Did I-”

“Ohhh.” Her face softened. She pressed forward to frame his face with her palms. “Honey. Yes. Of course. I love you,” she said, plain as sunlight. “You’re my favorite person. Blowjobs on demand are, like, built into the big-sister warranty. Anytime you want. Because you matter. I want you to never forget it.”

It felt utterly sincere, warm enough to loosen something tight in his chest. The “big-sister warranty” should’ve sounded absurd, yet with Janet. Sunny, caretaking, compulsively kind Janet, it somehow fit. And that was the jagged edge: he couldn’t tell where her natural sweetness ended and his nudge began. The seam was invisible, the feeling beautiful…and a little terrifying with Jean looming tomorrow.

She punctuated her words with a kiss to his forehead, then his mouth, then slid back down his body.

Warm passes across his belly and hips with the wet towel, then lower, until she paused and leaned in like a lab tech checking a fascinating specimen.

She picked up his cockhead gently and lifted the slack weight into the air, and gave it a playful wiggle. “This is you completely soft?” She waggled it again, lips parting in a laugh. “Oh my gosh, it’s bigger than my boyfriend’s fully hard. Longer and fatter, so much fatter.”

Jonathan couldn’t help but grin. He knew he was really big. Massive Mutant Cock was a meme for a reason. It wasn’t like he hung out with a bunch of mutant dudes for comparison but he may have had Ms. Roberts give a report to the class on his dick while stroking it. She’d hilariously matter of factly explained that the average mutant dick was supposed to be eight inches compared to six inches for humanity (something he hadn’t even known). That the ‘tail was heavy’ with mutants, meaning **** or rare values were produced more often compared to a normal distribution was explained while gesturing at Jonathan’s towering exposed dick.

Janet bit her smiling lips and shook her head. “I tease him about being Ant-Man sometimes, when it’s all tiny and soft, hiding down with his balls? -and here you are just hanging out like a horse.” Her hand slid under, cupping him. “Even these nuts are enormous,” she added, awed and cheerful, as if she’d discovered a rare, friendly animal.

A pulse of dumb panic punched through Jonathan as he got past her appreciating his big dick to actually pick up on the content of the rest of her words ”Ant-Man? Boyfriend?”

He felt more than a little bad at compounding his heinous act with a little ‘steal-yo-girl’ action for another superhero who he’d heard was nothing but a great guy even as the evil self-indulgent side of his brain was kind of thrilled at the notion.

She glanced up, saw his face, and laughed softly, bringing the towel back for a gentle pass under his sack.

“Don’t look so tragic, it’s not a crisis.” She flopped him into her palm again and patted him like a pet. “It’s just a blowjob, handsome, not a scandal. And Hank? He’d get it. And if he doesn’t?” She shrugged, breezy and absolute. “My relationship with you is more important.”

Oh damn. Evil self-indulgent side just loved hearing that. So did his conscience a little bit, I mean she’s not bothered by a little blowjob between friends. Who’s to say Hank wouldn’t be?

That’d be him. Jonathan could be the one to decide Hank wouldn’t be.

"I can’t believe you don’t mind sucking my cock while having a boyfriend”

Janet, naked and entirely comfortable, rose to her knees, looking at him with utter bewilderment. ”Mind? Why would I mind, John? That was lovely." She tapped his chest lightly. "You were all wound up and I helped you breathe. It's comfort, sweetheart, not some big scandal. Your brain tries to turn everything into a soap opera."

She gave a breezy little shrug, her tone absolute. "Look, Hank's great, and he knows I take care of the people I love. And if he didn't understand?" She waved a dismissive hand, as if swatting away the very idea. "Then he'll just have to get over it, won't he? You needed me, and I was here. We’re okay. We’re us. And right now, this bond comes first."

He couldn’t help but be in awe of her heartfelt declaration even as her washing hands were gentle, functional, and apparently utterly devoid of erotic intent in her mind. All sexual acts were interpreted simply as acts of support and affection to her, underlining just how incredibly powerful the simple thoughts he copied over were, having far more definitive transformative effects than a mere random intrusive thought should have.

Jonathan watched her movements, mesmerized. The sight of her nude athletic body, glistening and freshly wiped down, dedicated entirely to his service, muted the siren blare of the Jean Grey threat. The memory of her psychic dampening earpieces, carelessly discarded earlier , intensified the strain of his moral restraint. He knew he possessed complete, unchallengeable power here; he had to actively fight the impulse to issue new, indulgent commands, knowing she would obey without question.

Even right now as she was, Janet Van Dyne was practically his perfect happy go lucky free use slut.

“No chafing on my watch.” Janet was still happily cleaning his junk when she spotted some stubborn sperm towards the tip, gave a tiny, conspiratorial look, and leaned in to lick it clean. He twitched and she was clearly delighted.

He exhaled and just relaxed for the moment as this, THIS situation was too fucking awesome for him to hold on to his worry and self recrimination.

She settled his dick back down with a tender little there-we-go noise, then climbed up to straddle his hips without a shred of self-consciousness, warm thighs bracketing his torso.

“Check in,” she said, palms to his cheeks, thumbs rubbing small circles. “You okay?”

”Yeah”

She laughed softly, eyes crinkling, then pinched the hem of his T-shirt. “House rule,” she announced, already tugging. “Pants off, shirts off. We are a naked family.” She peeled the cotton up and over his head, mussed his hair with a teasing rake of her fingers, and kissed him once quick, sunny, uncomplicated. The shirt sailed onto a chair. “There. Much better. Now don’t move. I’ll make us macaroni!”

In the kitchen she turned a blue box into an event. She set the pot on the stove and bent for the lower cabinet in a way that was obviously not the most efficient route to a colander: feet apart, knees straight, back folding until her ass lifted and rounded up, that heart-shape popping as she tilted. He had a clear, unapologetic view; the tight pucker of her asshole winked between firm cheeks and, just below, the soft swell of her lips parted, a wet gleam catching the light. She made a small, pleased sound when she found the colander, like the treasure had been worth the angle.

“Are you for real about the expenses? My mom’s rent?” he transmitted, trying to distract himself from sexy thoughts and the temptation even as Janet ironically did her best to defeat him as she unconsciously ran the exhibitionist loop he’d planted in her head.

Having set the colander across the sink she poured the macaroni into the pot and then as if her previous bend hadn’t been enough, she folded at the waist like she’d suddenly decided to stretch, fingertips drifting toward the floor. Her feet slid wider, weight rolling onto the balls of her feet as her back arched and her hips tipped. An even more unapologetically explicit view of her inner thighs and the slick, parted folds of her pussy appeared. She held the pose a beat too long, voice perfectly calm.

“Completely. One hundred percent serious,” she said, looking back at him upside down with a wicked little smile, palms grazing the floor while her cheeks spread. “My family isn’t just rich, we’re Van Dyne rich. Old-school textiles, licensing out the wazoo, plus a modern venture arm that eats money and spits out more money. I get quarterly reports that look like alien language and end with ‘congratulations, you’re wealthier.’”

He blinked, trying not to stare at the pink of her parted entrance hugging nothing at all. “That’s a lot.”

“Mm-hmm.” She uncoiled to standing then lifted one bare leg onto the kitchen island in a lazy, lewd stretch, hips tipped just so. She peered back over her shoulder with a knowing, flirty smirk; at that angle he could see the clean line of her waist and one pert tit in profile, nipple tight in the cool kitchen air. “Also? I basically bankroll Hank’s super-science. You’d think that means flying car prototypes, but no, it’s ‘Jan, I need a few million for an ant-communication array’ and ‘Jan, I’ve discovered a rare beetle that needs a lab condo.’ I adore him, but a lot of my money lives in bug condos.”

“So covering rent and groceries for my favorite person and his mom? That’s a rounding error. That’s me not buying one pair of ridiculous shoes this quarter.” She said as she gave her raised hip the tiniest playful shake as if trying to snag his gaze even though he was staring right at her ass like a gooner.

He didn’t know what to say to that, kind of blown away by her generosity and just kind of reveling in the fact that he kind of loved Janet, so he sent a simple ”Thank you”.

They ate on the couch, her leg tossed over his hips like he was a pillow she liked. Every time she laughed at the dumb movie she’d put on, her tits bounced, jiggly and distracting. When she leaned back to set her bowl down, her belly went smooth and tight and her nipples perked even more. She scratched lazily at her thigh, fingers drifting up until two knuckles idled at the crease beside her pussy. She wasn’t performing; she just… existed like that, open, totally at ease, like sitting there with everything on display was the same as lounging.

When he finished eating, he set the bowl aside, and slid his hand up her thigh toward her pussy. She only looked at him and smiled, opening her knee a little like, go on.

He snorted and hesitated for a moment, having decided he really needed to test out how solid Janet was with her whole, ‘I don’t mind you using your powers for sex’ thing. In the midst of the blowjob, he hadn’t exactly been too clear on the exact thoughts he’d slip into her head.

“Janet, I need you to listen to me about what I’ve been doing with the power. I haven’t been a ‘good boy’ the whole time” he transmitted.

She leaned in, entirely unfazed, her lips curving in a playful smile. “Sweetheart, we’ve been over this: sex and skin aren’t a big deal to me. If you nudged a thought or two so you could eat, breathe, or have a little fun? That’s fine. You didn’t hurt anyone. But if there’s something spicier to confess, I’m all ears.”

He felt the surge of adrenaline, but it was quickly flattened by the comforting warmth of her leg and the absolute placid calm in her eyes. It was a thrill, confessing this dark addiction, but her reaction was making it feel less like a confession and more like sharing a mildly naughty anecdote.

“Ms. Roberts. My English teacher. I made her take off her panties and unbutton her blouse until her bra showed. Every day. I made her walk around the classroom like that. No one saw it but me. I’d give her slaps on the ass, reach out to squeeze her boobs, and occasionally call her over so that I can stand up and make out with her. It didn't matter that she was my teacher and engaged.”

He watched her smile not falter with excitement and she gave his hips a gentle squeeze with her thigh so he went on.

"I make her kneel by my desk while the class is taking notes. I pull out my cock and I make her blow me. It's happening two feet from other students, and no one notices a thing. I've made her sit on my desk and pull up her skirt and use her fingers to bring herself to an orgasm. I made her help this quiet nerd, made her give him a full lap dance while telling him what she wanted to do to me while the guy just sat there thinking she was explaining the assignment. I'd thrown a pen to the other side of the room and made her retrieve it on all fours. I'd make her crawl, ass high in the air, weaving between the desks. All that sound, okay?”

He held his breath, waiting for the disgust, the moral recoil, the moment where she finally told him he'd gone too far.

Janet leaned in, her lips brushing his ear, her voice a low, warm purr. “Oh, sweetheart,” she breathed. “That’s not 'not being a good boy.' That’s being a clever boy with a healthy appetite. You found a pretty woman who was already bending over for every student anyway, and you gave her a script. You gave her a fantasy. And you gave yourself the power trip of a lifetime.”

She pulled back just enough to look at him, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous, practical curiosity. "Okay, but let's talk logistics, clever boy. What's the... cleanup on that? I get it, I think it's hot, but most people would be... y'know, upset. Does she remember any of this? What about that fiancé you mentioned?"

He scoffed at how casual she was about this even as he felt a bubble of excitement as he got to discuss this with her like she was some bro who'd just watched him pull off the greatest, dirtiest prank ever.

"At first, I just made her forget everything as soon as the bell rang. But... later, I just... adjusted her. Now she just thinks it's normal. Like, she knows it's happening, but she just sees it as... our special thing. Something she enjoys but wouldn't dream of telling him about. No guilt."

Janet's face lit up, and she let out a little puff of relieved laughter. "Oh, see? That's even better! So you're just giving her a sexy little fantasy she gets to live out in her otherwise boring day. No muss, no fuss, no victims!" She leaned in again, giving him a conspiratorial wink. "And hey, if any... complications... did pop up, I'm guessing you could just 'adjust' them away, right? Perfect."

She pulled back fully then, looking him straight in the eyes, her expression one of utter adoration. “So, like I said, no one actually got hurt. Your teacher gets to have a dirty little secret she doesn't even feel bad about, and you get to drain that hormonal stress before it drives you crazy. You're a teenage boy with a big fat mutant cock and mind control. The fact that you’re only fucking your teacher is frankly restrained. Sex is affection. You didn't hurt her. You just had a very, very kinky afternoon class.”

Jonathan internally nodded along. She really did make a lot of sense. She was right. What was the big deal? He hadn't left a trail of emotional wreckage; he'd just satisfied a need in the most efficient and thrilling way possible. He was a mutant with powers. He was basically a demigod in a high school classroom, and all he'd done was get a little stress relief. He wasn't so bad, really. The cynical, small part of his mind reminded him that he was the one who placed those rationalizations in her head, but Janet's delivery was so sincere, so loving, that it was utterly convincing.

“Do you think Jean Grey would agree?” Jonathan’s damned-able conscience decided to strike with logic, “She’s the one coming tomorrow. To dig around in my head. To see if I'm a 'good boy.' Do you think she has your same relaxed attitude about sex, or... about what I did to Ms. Roberts?”

Janet’s confident smile flickered for the first time. “Jean… Jean’s a lot. She might think it was... a little much. But we’ll worry about that tomorrow. Since… you know, you’re getting hard just talking about it.”

She slid her toes under his cock and lifted it before trapping it between both arches and giving the shaft a long slow stroke.

“Janet!” he sent, half protest, half groan. He had been getting hard but who could blame him in THIS situation.

She curled both sets of toes around his swelling cockhead and gave a teasing squeeze. “Hush. You’re practically begging for a little big sister TLC. Now what else have you done with that pretty brain while this gorgeous cock was getting you into trouble?”

His good side didn’t stand a chance. She was folded up naked beside him, long and lithe, legs bent wide so he could see the glossy pink inside of her pussy; every slow rock of her hips made her folds shift and gleam while her feet stroked him up and down.

All of his post-nut clarity along with the faint echo of his father's morals? Gone. Utterly incinerated by the pre-nut bad thoughts she was gleefully stoking. He was hard as rock, naked, and being given total absolution by a beautiful woman who was currently giving him the world's most agonizingly good footjob.

He reached out, his hand **** to feel her skin, to grab her hip and pull her onto him. "Janet..." he growled mentally.

Her feet clamped down, a sharp, dominant pressure that pinned his cock to his own stomach, denying any movement. He let out a choked gasp.

"Ah-ah," she chided, her voice a low, playful purr. "Hands to yourself, mister. I'm not done with story time. You've been such a bad boy, and I want to hear what else you need to get off your chest."

His resistance crumbled. The combination of her words and the pressure on his cock was too much. He was all hers.

"Okay... okay. It wasn't just messing around with my teacher." he transmitted, his mental voice a ragged edge of pure lust. "You probably know about how I helped out SHIELD with this bad guy. Making him tell the truth about some bombs that had been planted. But then Mystique had tried to kidnap me disguised as Maria Hill and then the actual Maria had shown up and they fought and I used my powers to stop Mystique and we all ended up at my place."

Janet's toes gave an encouraging squeeze, a little reward.

"Mystique was trying to get away. So I planted a command in her head. The only way she could escape, the only thing she wanted... was tied to one thing: she had to make me cum. Her escape equaled my climax."

Janet let out a sharp, delighted laugh that vibrated through the couch. "Oh, you brilliant little stud! That's not a 'bad thought,' that's strategy! You neutralized a mutant supervillain with your dick. Hank would need a million-dollar lab and a PowerPoint presentation. You just needed to be horny. Go on!"

Her feet began to stroke him again, long and slow, and he bucked into them.

"She stopped fighting. Just... focused on me. I made Maria Hill just stand there and watch, frozen."

"First, I made her use that big blue ass and grind on my lap. Then I made her stand up and dance for me. Made her twerk. And while she was doing it, I made her shift. She became Black Widow, then She-Hulk, then the Invisible Woman, just cycling through them, dancing and posing."

"After that..." his mental voice dropped, thick with the memory of the power, "I made her shapeshift... into Maria Hill."

Janet’s feet stilled. “Oh my god,” she breathed, her voice absolutely gleeful. “You didn’t.”

"I did," he pushed on, lost in the memory and her touch. "Now there were two Marias. I made them kiss. Made them grope each other. It was... insane. Then, while the real Maria watched, I made Mystique kneel. I made her... give me a blowjob. And I made her keep shifting while she did it. Into Storm. Into Captain Marvel. Back to Maria. Until I finished."

He panted, the memory overwhelming him. "And then... Mystique stood up. This part wasn't me, Janet, I swear. She just... she spat my cum... all over the real Maria's face."

Janet let out an explosive shriek of laughter, her whole body shaking. "NO! She DID NOT! Oh my god, really? Right in her face?" She snorted, clearly imagining the uptight SHIELD agent's frozen expression. "Ew, okay, that's... kinda gross. Good to know Mystique is that much of a feral bitch, I guess. But still... right in Maria's face! Priceless."

She was still giggling at the sheer audacity of it when he dropped the other boot.

"And then..." Johnathan's mental voice was dark, heavy with the final, depraved detail. "Maria was just standing there, playing on her phone with my cum on her face. And I... I made her eat it, Janet. I made her lick it off her own lips. I made her lick her fingers clean."

Janet's laughter died instantly, cut off as if by a switch. It was replaced by a sharp, sucking inhale. Her feet clamped down on his cock so hard he saw spots, a spike of pleasure-pain that shot straight to his brain. She stared at him, her eyes wide, her face flushed, her mouth open in a silent 'o' of pure, unadulterated shock.

Then, slowly, a wide, predatory grin spread across her face.

"Holy... shit, Johnathan," she breathed, her voice thick and raspy. "You... you fed her."

She let out another low, throaty laugh, this one completely different, deeper, more impressed. "Wow. Okay. That... that's a new personal best for 'bad boy' stories."

She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "You know, God knows that woman has a stick so far up her ass it's a wonder she can walk. You didn't hurt her. I mean, it's just protein, right?"

She gave a little shrug, her eyes glittering. "You just... encouraged her to clean up. Efficient! You got the intel, you took out the bad guy, and you gave the hall monitor a little... snack. Hey, at least she got to be part of the fun, right?"

The little devil on his shoulder was a roaring bonfire now. All that goody-two-shoes second-guessing was gone, burned away by Janet's gleeful, lusty approval. His cock throbbed under her feet, and he was completely lost in her power.

"Okay, but I did more than that," he transmitted, his mental voice smug and thick with arousal. "I... adjusted things. I made it so Maria trusts me. Like, really, REALLY trusts me. She's devoted to protecting me now. I modified her mind to do that."

Janet's feet continued their slow, delicious torment. She let out a little snort. "So? She SHOULD trust you! She's SHIELD... Strategic... whatever, 'protect the homeland.' You're a 'gifted' asset, baby. You're the exact kind of person she should be protecting! She'd have gotten to that point eventually, you just... fast-forwarded past all the boring government paperwork. You shortcutted her!"

"Yea?" he sent, his hips bucking into her arch. "I did more than that. I put a trigger in her brain. I can just send her a text with a hashtag before it and she will obey my texted command instantly, rationalizing it as her own decision no matter what. She turns off my power monitor on command."

Janet's eyes went wide, not with horror, but with sheer, unadulterated appreciation. She laughed, a bright, chiming sound. "So? That's genius! A psychic backdoor! It's like having the ultimate cheat code. Like, you totally shouldn't **** that... and I know you won't, but-"

He cut her off, his mental voice practically dripping with smug sin. "I've used it to have her sext me on demand. We've had phone sex a few times."

"Oh my god," she deadpanned, her voice full of mock disappointment. "That's it? That is the most benign use of total mind control I have ever heard. Seriously! You have a top-tier spy on a psychic leash and you're using her as a phone sex operator? Phone sex operator Maria Hill! That's so crazy!"

She suddenly clapped her hands, her feet clamping down hard on his cock in her excitement, making him yelp. "Wait. Wait. You're telling me you can make Maria Hill, uptight, 'sir, yes sir,' black-ops Maria Hill, send you dirty pictures... right now?"

Her eyes were glittering, a familiar, impulsive, and incredibly hot spark lighting them up. She looked like she'd just been told she could have any car on the lot for free.

"Yeah, I guess so," he sent, his own voice sounding a little breathless. The idea of performing this trick for Janet, of showing off his power so blatantly, was sending a fresh wave of adrenaline through him.

"Oh, you guess so?" Janet mocked, wiggling her toes on his shaft. "That's not good enough, mister. You can't just drop a bomb like that and not show me the explosion. Prove it."

"What?"

"Prove it," she repeated, her voice dropping into a low, demanding purr. Her feet stopped stroking and just squeezed, holding him captive. "Do it. Right now. Text her. Make her send you something. I want to see."

He stared at her, this beautiful, naked Avenger straddling his hips, her feet expertly milking his cock, demanding he use his mind-control powers to solicit nudes from a high-ranking SHIELD agent. His last shred of morality didn't just die; it was gleefully murdered, dismembered, and set on fire.

He grabbed his phone from the side table, his hand shaking slightly.

"What are you gonna ask for?" Janet whispered, leaning in so close her tits brushed his chest. "Make it good."

He looked at her, then at the phone, a wicked grin splitting his face. He typed.

#send me a picture of your tits

He hit send. The apartment felt impossibly quiet, the only sounds their breathing and the distant hum of the refrigerator. Janet's feet stayed clamped on his cock, a constant, agonizing pressure, her eyes glued to the phone screen in his hand.

One minute passed. Janet bit her lip, her knee jiggling.

Two minutes. She let out a little, impatient huff.

Three minutes.

The phone buzzed.

Janet shrieked, a sound of pure, unadulterated victory, and snatched the phone from his hand before he could even react. "YES! Oh my god, let me see, let me see!"

She held the phone up, her eyes wide as she stared at the screen. Jonathan leaned up on his elbows to look.

It was unmistakably Maria Hill. She was in what looked like a sterile, metallic SHIELD bathroom, the lighting harsh and unflattering, but it didn't matter. Her signature, super-tight SHIELD tactical suit was unzipped all the way down to her navel. Underneath, a practical black bra was hooked, but she'd pulled the cups down, yanking them under her breasts to completely expose herself.

Her tits were lovely, a warm chocolate brown, perfectly round and full. Her areolas were large compared to the overall size of her breasts, a deep, dark color that puckered slightly around her hard nipples. But it was her face that was the real shocker. The stern, no-nonsense agent was gone. In her place was a woman smirking at the camera, one eyebrow raised in a knowing, almost challenging look, as if to say, 'This what you wanted?'

"Holy... shit," Janet breathed, her voice filled with awe. She zoomed in, her thumb swiping over the image. "She... she just did it. She's probably in the middle of the Triskelion! She just stopped, went to the bathroom, and took a tit pic! John, this is... this is art."

She fell back against the couch cushions, cackling, holding his phone aloft like a trophy. "Oh my god. We are so bad. I love it!"

He tried to grab it back from her and suddenly they were wrestling naked on the couch.

She ended up on her stomach, face down, ass up, she laughed. “God, if anyone saw us, they’d think you were going to FUCK me.” A hot, hard nudge against her pussy answered. She froze for half a beat, then grinned over her shoulder. “Oh. Guess they’d be right.” And she pressed back, slick and ready, like she’s been waiting for it.