Nick Fury

The spy's tight black leather outfit was unzipped to the waist, her belt resting by her side as she lay on the ground. The curvy redhead was deep undercover and so was her hand, the Russian rushin' as she knew her contact would be arriving there soon. Just the thought of him made Natasha speed up, as her eyes rolled back in her head and she pictured Nick Fury in that outfit of his; he had a thing for leather too and he knew how to fill it. Her fingers delved deeper as she mentally undressed him, howling as she pictured him commando, and then she realized she didn't have to picture him at all since he was there standing over her.

"Colonel Fury," she said, her hand not stopping, "am I under surveillance?"

Fury smiled. "There's just some things I can't turn a blind eye to," he said, his hand moving to his weapon. "I think it's time for a debriefing."

The Black Widow looked up at him, growing even more excited as he joined her, in mutual masturbation. Soon, once again, she was lost in her own private rapture, while watching Fury jerking off over her, his body shaking.