I was so caught up in him, I ran into a wall. Wait. Not a wall. Walls don’t wear suits. I looked up. ‘I’m so sorry –’ Clark Gable faded from...my mind. The guy in front of me wasn’t beautiful. He was rugged. I was a good five-foot-ten in my heels. He was an easy six-foot-six. His dark hair was mussed and wavy, and he had brown eyes, the exact color of brown sugar. His shoulders were incredibly broad, and his thick, short neck reminded me of Tom Hardy’s neck from Warrior. He had a heavy. She’s just practicing a superhero skill set, that’s all. A way to turn the tables on a foe.She turns her head and kisses him, hoping to catch him by surprise. While their tongues tangle with each other, his hands go up to fondle her breasts. After getting a nice handful of corseted tits, he moves to unzip. Now freed, he rubs his gloved hands on her creamy tits while tweaking her nipples. Now with her hands free, she wraps her arms around his neck. Not to grapple him just yet, but to continue. She moaned feeling me knocking at her pussy door. She reached between her legs and held her lips open for me. I took the open invitation eagerly.With one long, continuous push I slowly entered her. As the head of my cock parted her opening she began to moan. As I pressed deeper, her moan increased in both volume and pitch. And as I moved even deeper, her moan turned into a wail. Then in one final surge, I sunk fully into her and her wail reversed gears, turning into a gasp of surprise.. . Do I want what she's offering? Fucked up thing is that I think I do. I woke up early the next morning wondering if she would come in and what would happen. I laid in bed for a full hour until I heard her leave her room and go to the bathroom to do her morning ritual, which consisted of using the toilet, brushing her teeth, and hair. Shortly after she opened my bedroom door slowly and peeked in. Once she saw that I was awake she ran and jumped in to bed with me which isn't out of the norm.