Thread: Overwatch, Reaper and Windowmaker (Vulgrim x allycat)

Amlie squeezed her thighs together against the sides of his head. She grabbed onto the top edge of the headboard. She didnt bother to stroke his erection anymore. At some point hed start bucking and she needed to hold firm. Or maybe hed assume she was playing a breathing game with him, and hed calmly pass out expecting her to stop. How kinky would he think shed go? She was oddly curious. They knew each other for years, but trust and sex always messed things up for any couple. Fantasy led to strange requests and before couples knew it, they were in the ER admitting to a doctor something shameful. That night, there would be no ER for Grard. Her leg muscles burned. Still she held tight. She flexed her abs and prepared for a horrible, horrible struggle. Windowmaker coughed and gagged as her body fell to the metal floor. She couldnt talk and she pushed her rear up into the air and aimed her face down to clear her lungs. After a moment of recovery, her eyes threw shade at him like no woman in the world could. She coughed a few more times, looked right at him and licked the floor for a few of the larger drops of his cum. Dont get too cocky, she warned. Were having fun, but Im not a pet spider. She pushed up to all fours. Her breasts hung free of her catsuit. She considered her options. She wanted the high from blowing apart a world leaders head to last just a bit longer. Puerile anger issues from her a new boyfriend wasnt going to get in her way that night. So she moved forward, her hips swaying and her eyes locked on him. She moved like a hunting cat. Staying on her hands and knees, she didnt care if it looked demeaning, she knew what she wanted. The look on her face either meant desire or death and she could fulfill either in a second. So which one did the Reaper think she was taking closer towards him? To keep him on edge she stopped and glanced at her amo box. Then she moved forward, put her hands on his knees and lifted her body up. She sat on his thighs, put a hand down to her belly and fidgeted with her outfit. Shhh, she put an index finger from her free hand onto his mask. Just a second. And slowly a slit opened between her legs. She held a tiny tool between their faces. The fingers twiddle the metal and she tucked it into the V of her catsuit. Now she addressed his erection. Her gloved hand clasped the shaft. For the next round, Im queen of the mountain. She raised her pelvis, and aimed his tip. She cringed and felt around between her legs to get everything in line. When the awkward hip moves stopped, she smirked as her body slowly lowered down, mounting herself onto his shaft. Her wrists rested on his shoulders. She lifted her high heels, and placed the soles of her shoes against his calves, just a like a jockey getting into positioned into the stirrups. Now she paused and looked into the mask. She didnt move. She just felt the void filled with his manhood as if daring him to keep the erection without her moving one bit. She gasped and closed her eyes. Spank me. Her hips just slowly twisted for her own satisfaction. Shed hold back as long as she could. How long could he keep it up? She pushed her tits against his mask. I bet you want to kiss these.