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You'll never admit just how much you disliked the villain lifestyle. Granted, it wasn't so much yours as it was Alice's, but you still had to contend with the uncertainty of when she'd come home, if at all. Now? Well, you appreciate her superhero gig has regular working hours.
Three. Two. One. You mentally count down the clock, the front door kicked open as your semi-serious girlfriend lets herself in.
“Guess whose back from a day of being the baddest bitch at SDN!?” Alice, well, Prism in her current get-up, asks both loud and proud.
“Good day of being a big, god-damn hero, babe?” you ask, stopping yourself from gasping at the sight of her.
It's a rare occasion when she wears her uniform, always a cause for celebration. Her black leather suit clings to her petite frame, leaving no curve to the imagination. Gloves reach her elbows, matching the turquoise and pink split in her hair. A fine gold really breaks up the black, making her look more dazzling than simply sexy. Fitting, given her powers.
“You, me, bedroom,” she states simply, more of an order as she shakes her hips on her way to the room in question.
As if you're going to argue, dropping all pretences of focusing on other tasks. No, your eyes are glued to her fine booty as she leads the charge, pushing the door open with her knee as she barely breaks stride. Stopping only at the foot of the bed, her smile catches you off guard as she looks at you, hunger in her eyes.
“Sit down, baby,” she purrs, and you let instinct take over.
Prism shakes her head as you sit on the edge of the bed, and you sink lower still. The floor is hard and firm beneath you, resting your neck against the mattress as you just look at your beautiful, horny girlfriend. How your loins ache and your heart skips as she suddenly throws her leg over you, staring down at you as she reaches for the zip of her suit.
The silence is broken by your heavy breaths and the unclenching of the zip's teeth. You can just picture her bare, brown flesh being freed, letting free a goofy chuckle as she shrugs off her suit. Big, bouncy breasts pop free, her smooth stomach drawing your attention before she free her crotch. A thick, hairy bush rests above her quivering snatch, traces of sweat hardly a deterrent.
“Put that tongue to good use, babe,” she purrs, leaning forward as she arches her back.
All you can see is her beautiful flesh, her natural musk fighting with her exotic perfume. Thick hair floods your nostrils as she grazes your lips with her folds. Hot and wet, you kiss and massage, savouring the seconds as she gently rests some of her weight on you. As if you're letting her do all the work; you reach up, grabbing her fine booty and squeezing as you lean into her crotch.
“Thirsty,” she chastises through a heavy chuckle. “Alright, tongue fuck me already.”
The very essence of your being demands you please her, letting her bush tickle your nostrils as you lean in. Deep and forceful, you fill her with your tongue, barely parting her walls as you dive. In you force yourself, twirling your tongue before suddenly pulling back. Given how she huffs and squirms, you'd say that's permission enough, forcing yourself deep anew.
Her musky tang dances across your tongue as you savour the seconds, fucking her with less than gentle thrusts. Your hands hardly sit idle, squeezing and groping as she bucks her hips in time with your dives. In and out, her juices flow, lapped up when you can, but mostly just staining your cheeks and chin.
“Damn,” she manages through a series of pants, groaning as she grinds. “Who taught you to be so good?”
A trick question, given how there has been more than one occasions when she's had you lick her until your tongue turned dry, only to repeat after some electrolytes. Say what you want about her, she knows what she likes. So do you, mostly, knowing to go for the proverbial kill.
How she whines and bounces in place, letting you plunder her depths as she grows all the more vocal. When she suddenly slams her crotch into your face, you know you've done a good job, and things are completely out of your control. She bucks her hips like a woman possessed, fucking herself with your tongue as she rides that sweet high. Suddenly tightening around you, she squirts, fresh hot juices coating you as she keeps on bucking.
Seconds feel like hours, her whines, moans and grunts music to your ears as she takes her sweet time coming down from her high. Only when she pulls away do you relax, sucking in fresh air as she climbs into bed. You wouldn't mind sharing a drink and a cuddle, winding down for the night. Alice, rather, Prism, has other ideas.
“Oh, I know you're not tapping out already,” she makes a show of complaining, firmly on all fours as you slowly get to your feet. With effortless ease, she bucks her hips, clapping her cheeks together as she looks over her shoulder with that challenging smirk. “You want me to tell everyone you're completely my bitch?”
Sometimes, you want to take things easy. It's hard to deny more when it's offered on a silver platter. Besides, it's not as if you're drained, taking only a few seconds to free your cock, much to Prism's delight as she hoots and hollers.
Grabbing her by the hips, you slam yourself into her, pressing your cock against her slick, wet folds. Gently rocking back and forth is merely an appetizer, earning a delighted hum as you guide your tip to her hole. So hot and tight, you can't help but groan as you slide into her, parting her walls with ease.
“That's it baby,” she encourages, shuddering as you slam into her depths. “Fuck yeah!”
“I love you,” you practically whisper, loosening your hold as you stroke her from hip to waist and back again.
“Prove it!”
You know exactly what she means, a wicked smile on your lips as your fingers dig into her tender flesh. With all your might you pull back, tearing yourself from her grip as you damn near slip free. She coos and moans, the wet slaps of flesh on flesh echoing around the room as you slam into her anew! As much as you'd love to savour her tight, wanting depths; you pull back instantly, balls smacking against her as you fill her again and again!
In and out you pound away, focusing only on the primal bliss that steadily rises. How her booty claps with each new thrust, her curves jiggling as her breathing grows ragged. Moans and groans galore pour from her, your own mixing in as you both get hot and sweaty in your combined bliss.
“Oh, baby!” she cries, throwing her head back as she glows.
What a magical sight as she suddenly tightens around you. Manic spasms born of pure bliss massage you as you pound away, her hot, fresh juices squirting and sullying the sheets as not one, but two copies of her appear either side. Both face down, arse up, one turquoise, the other pink, they spread their holes as they convulse in bliss just as much as the real thing.
You never stood a chance, resting your chest against her back as your hands slide up her frame, taking hold of her firm tits and squeezing as you fill her depths for the final time. Twitching and pulsing, you grunt in bliss as you pump load after potent load deep inside her wanting cunt. How you flood her womb by the second, relief combining with undiluted euphoria as you spill every drop of your seed inside her.
How the light fades, her doppelgängers disappearing as you both come down from the highest of highs. Not that you get to rest entirely, the moment you pull out, she spins under you, not caring how your cum leaks from her. Eyes lock, a sultry smile as her arms wrap around your waist, hands on your lower back as she yanks you down. Crotches meet, her breasts teasing your chest as she massages you with playful fingers, almost forgetting the fine layer of sweat covering her.
“Better than topping that shitty leader-board,” she whispers, threatening to steal a kiss.
“Topping me?” you playfully retort, only for her to buck her hips and draw a gasp.
“Almost. You gotta let me peg you first.”
“Behave.”
She doesn't, copping a feel of your behind as she builds to a proper round two...