The Woman In Booth Seven p2
Warnings: Smut Ahead. Mentions of nudes sent?
Word Count: 5.3K Words
p1
The town car arrived exactly on time. During the entire ride across the city, you couldn't sit still. Your legs bounced. You kept smoothing down your simple black hoodie and leggings, wondering if you should have dressed up more. Inside, you felt like a schoolgirl with a crush, nervous, thrilled, and a little dazed. This powerful, gorgeous woman wanted you again. At 5 AM. The memory of her thick cock stretching you open, her green eyes locked on yours, and the way she'd growled "good girl" kept replaying in your head, making you press your thighs together. The driver, a tall old man, spent the past few minutes humming to some popular song that had been playing on the radio while occasionally checking his rear view mirror. Maybe this was ridiculous. Were you really just about to go to a woman's apartment at 5 AM just because she fucked you good? Well, yes.
The car pulled up to Natasha's building which was a sleek, ultra-modern skyscraper made of glass and dark steel that screamed old money and power. Before you could even process it, the door opened and the driver held his hand out, waiting for you to accept it.
"Thank you." You mumbled softly before he escorted you inside. It was quiet inside the building, but you knew soon enough the hustle and bustle of 6 AM would come soon.
The lobby was visible through the towering floor-to-ceiling windows. Marble floors that gleamed under crystal chandeliers, minimalist leather seating, and massive abstract art pieces on the walls. It looked less like an apartment building and more like a private museum for the obscenely wealthy. You stepped inside, the cool air hitting your skin. The reception desk was a long, polished black marble counter. Behind it stood a tall, impeccably dressed blonde woman in her late 20s, sharp cheekbones, designer blouse, and an expression of practiced superiority. Her name tag read "Elena."
She looked you up and down slowly, taking in your casual hoodie, leggings, and the faint scent of club smoke still clinging to your curls. Her lips curled into a condescending smirk.
"May I help you?" she asked, tone dripping with fake politeness.
"This is a private residence. Deliveries and guests need prior approval." You straightened your shoulders, weight shifting to your other leg.
"I'm here to see Natasha Romanoff. She's expecting me." Elena let out a soft, disbelieving laugh. She checked her tablet, then looked back at you with open disdain.
"Miss Romanoff didn't mention any guests tonight. Especially not..." Her eyes flicked over you again.
"...Someone like you. Are you sure you have the right building, sweetheart?" The condescension was thick. Jealousy mixed with classist venom. It was clear this woman had been trying to get Natasha's attention for a while, and the idea of some random (curvy, beautiful and clearly not from their world) girl showing up at 5 AM offended her deeply.
Before you could respond, the private elevator dinged. Natasha stepped out like she owned the entire damn city. She was wearing a black silk robe loosely tied over what looked like grey sweatpants and a tank top, silver-streaked auburn hair tousled from sleep, or maybe lack of it, and those sharp green eyes immediately locked onto you with raw hunger. The robe did little to hide the heavy bulge already forming between her legs.
Elena straightened instantly, her voice turning sugary.
"Miss Romanoff, I was just telling this young woman that you-"Natasha didn't even glance at her. She crossed the lobby in long, confident strides, slid a possessive arm around your waist, and pulled you flush against her body. Her hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise as she leaned down and kissed you . It was deep, claiming, and completely unconcerned about the audience. You melted instantly, a soft whimper escaping into her mouth.
When Natasha finally pulled back, she kept her arm locked around you and looked at Elena with cool indifference.
"She's with me." Natasha said, voice low and authoritative.
"Always. Don't question her again." Elena's face flushed with embarrassment and jealousy, but she nodded stiffly.
"Of course, Miss Romanoff." Natasha didn't wait for more. She guided you toward the elevator with a firm hand on your lower back, almost possessive. As the doors closed, she pressed you against the mirrored wall, lips brushing your ear.
"I've been hard for hours thinking about you," she growled.
"Couldn't sleep. Needed to feel this pretty warm pussy again." You shivered, grinning giddily against her neck as the elevator rose.
The mean receptionist was already forgotten.
All that mattered was the way Natasha Romanoff couldn't wait until morning to have you again.
The elevator ride up was thick with tension.
Natasha kept you pressed against the mirrored wall, one hand gripping your hip possessively while the other tilted your chin up for another deep, hungry kiss. Her silk robe had slipped open slightly, and you could feel the heavy, hard length of her cock pressing against your thigh through the thin fabric of her sweats.
"I've been thinking about this tight little pussy since you left." she murmured against your lips, accent thicker with want.
"Couldn't even sleep properly." You shivered, heart racing with that same giddy, nervous excitement from the car ride.
This powerful woman, this older woman, had summoned you at 5 AM because she needed you.
The elevator doors opened directly into the penthouse. Your breath caught. You'd never seen anything like it. The space was massive and breathtaking. Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around the entire living area, offering a panoramic view of the glittering city skyline that made you feel like you were floating above the world. The lighting was low and warm, soft recessed lights and the glow of the city beyond.
Everything screamed quiet, expensive luxury.
Sleek modern furniture in deep charcoal and cream tones filled the open-plan space. A massive sectional that looked like it could seat twenty dominated the living area. In one corner stood a glossy black grand piano. A fully stocked bar with crystal glassware and expensive bottles glowed under subtle lighting. The floors were dark polished hardwood that felt cool under your sneakers.
It smelled like her , woody cologne, faint whiskey, and something undeniably powerful. Natasha watched your reaction with dark satisfaction, her hand never leaving your lower back as she guided you inside.
"First time seeing it properly." she said, voice low.
"What do you think?" You stepped further in, eyes wide, turning slowly to take it all in.
"It's... insane. Beautiful. Like something out of a movie." You let out a soft, disbelieving laugh.
"I feel like I shouldn't even be standing here in sneakers." Natasha's lips curved into a predatory smile. She closed the distance, sliding her arms around your waist from behind and pulling your back flush against her front. You could feel her hard cock pressing insistently against your ass.
"You belong here." she murmured, lips brushing your ear.
"I wanted you back the second you left. Couldn't stop thinking about how good you felt riding me. How pretty you looked with my cock buried inside you. The breathless sound you made just as you were about to cum, fuck. I want to hear it again." You whimpered softly, already wet. The contrast between the overwhelming luxury surrounding you and the raw hunger in her voice made your head spin.
Natasha didn't give you long to admire the view. She turned you around, picked you up like you weighed nothing, and carried you over to the huge sectional. She sat down and pulled you astride her lap, hands immediately sliding under your hoodie to grip your bare waist.
"Take this off." She ordered, already tugging the fabric upward. You obeyed quickly, pulling the hoodie over your head. Your full breasts spilled free, you hadn't worn a bra.
Natasha groaned at the sight, leaning in to suck one dark nipple into her mouth while her hands squeezed your ass.
"You're just so fucking perfect," she growled against your skin.
"This body has been driving me crazy for too many fucking days." You rocked against the thick bulge in her sweatpants, moaning softly. The city lights sparkled behind you through the massive windows as Natasha freed her heavy cock and pushed your leggings and panties to the side.
She didn't tease this time.She lined up and pulled you down onto her in one smooth, deep thrust, burying every thick inch inside you.You gasped sharply, head falling back as the stretch burned so good. Natasha's lips parted, eyes trained on those pink lips of yours. Her thumb pushed your bottom lip down, your tongue coming out to lick the digit. You maintained eye contact while you sucked her thumb and you could see the way Natasha swallowed thickly before she trailed that same thumb down your stomach, to your clit.
Natasha then gripped your hips tightly and started guiding you to ride her, deep and steady bounces that made your breasts jiggle and your ass ripple like water.
"Look at me." She commanded. You did. Those intense green eyes stayed locked on yours as she fucked up into you, the wet sounds of your pussy taking her cock filling the luxurious penthouse.
This was only your second time with her, but it already felt dangerously addictive.
And as Natasha pulled you down harder, growling "Good girl" while the city watched silently through the windows, you realized something thrilling:
You were already in deep.
—-
You woke up slowly, wrapped in the softest sheets you'd ever felt. The first thing you noticed was the warmth. A solid, strong body pressed against your back, one heavy arm draped possessively over your waist. The second was the view. Floor-to-ceiling windows let in soft morning light, painting the entire penthouse in golden hues. The city stretched out endlessly below, making you feel like you were floating in the sky.
You were in Natasha's bed. Memories from a few hours ago flooded back. Natasha fucking you on the sectional, then carrying you to bed and taking you again. So much slower, and so fucking deep, until you were shaking and moaning her name. Until you could feel her in your stomach, just hitting that spongy spot that made you see stars over and over again. She fucked you so good, you went silent, mouth opened in an "o" shape.
"Don't you dare look away. I want to see you." She whispered, telling you how she wanted to see you fall apart. You came so hard that moment, thigh lifting slightly while you let out a choked gasp. You'd fallen asleep with her still buried inside you.
Now, Natasha was awake. You could feel her watching you. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on your bare stomach, occasionally brushing the underside of your breast. Her thick cock was already half-hard, resting against the curve of your ass.
"Morning, gorgeous." she murmured, voice husky with sleep and that faint accent. She pressed a slow kiss to the back of your neck.
"Sleep well?" You turned in her arms to face her, suddenly shy under the bright morning light. Natasha looked devastating, her silver-streaked auburn hair messy, sharp green eyes soft with satisfaction, pale skin marked with a few faint scratches you'd left on her shoulders last night and earlier that morning.
"I... yeah." You whispered, a giddy little smile tugging at your lips.
"This bed is ridiculous. Everything here is ridiculous." Natasha chuckled lowly and pulled you closer, hooking one of your thick thighs over her hip. Her hand slid down to squeeze your ass possessively.
"You look good in my bed." she said, eyes roaming over your dark skin against her white sheets.
"I could get used to waking up to this." Your heart did a little flip. This was only your second night together, but the way she looked at you...like she didn't want you to leave, it made butterflies erupt in your stomach again.
Natasha leaned in and kissed you, slow and deep. The kiss quickly grew heated. Her hand slipped between your thighs, finding you already wet for her again.
"You're just so greedy huh?" she teased against your lips, sliding two fingers inside you easily. "Even after I fucked you twice last night, your pussy, she just gets so wet." You moaned softly, rocking against her hand and pulling it closer to guide her movements.
"Can't help it... you feel too good." Natasha rolled you onto your back and settled between your spread thighs. She pushed inside you in one smooth thrust, groaning at the tight heat. This time it was lazy morning sex , deep and slow rolls of her hips, eyes locked on yours the entire time.
"Fuck, you take me so well." She breathed, forehead pressed to yours.
"This pretty wet pussy was made for my cock."
You wrapped your legs around her waist, nails digging into her back as she fucked you steadily. The morning light illuminated every detail. The way her silver hair caught the sun, the flex of muscle in her shoulders, the intense focus in her green eyes as she watched you fall apart. When you came, it was soft and shuddering, a quiet moan of her name leaving your lips. Natasha followed right after, burying herself deep and filling you with warm cum as she groaned against your neck.
She stayed inside you afterward, holding you close while the city woke up far below.
"I want you to stay longer today." she said quietly, brushing curls from your face.
"Cancel whatever you had planned. Let me feed you breakfast. Then maybe fuck you in the shower." You laughed breathlessly, still floating from the orgasm.
"You're not tired of me yet?" Natasha's expression turned serious. She cupped your cheek, thumb stroking your skin.
"Not even close," she murmured.
"I told you, I don't do this, inviting someone back the very next night. But with you... I can't seem to stop." Your heart swelled with that giddy, dangerous feeling again. You were falling fast. Too fast.
But lying here in her bed, full of her cum, wrapped in her arms while the morning sun warmed your skin... you couldn't find it in yourself to care.
"I'll stay, just cause you promised me pancakes." You whispered, leaning up to kiss her.
Natasha smiled against your lips. Slow, satisfied, and just a little possessive. Her arms wrapped around you, rough calloused digits tracing your back.
"Good girl."
—-
You left Natasha's penthouse around 11 AM.
She'd tried to convince you to stay longer by offering breakfast in bed (which you gladly took) and another round in the shower (messy, long, steamy and no not from the hot water). Natasha even suggested you cancel your plans for the entire day. But you needed a moment to breathe. Your body was deliciously sore, your mind was spinning, and you still smelled like her cologne and sex.
The town car dropped you off at your modest apartment building. The contrast was almost comical, going from a sky-high glass palace with marble floors and city views to your small one bedroom with creaky floors and a kitchen that barely fit two people. You kicked off your converse, collapsed onto your couch, and stared at the ceiling for a solid five minutes, replaying everything. Then you grabbed your phone and opened your messages with Anna.
You two had a strict "no TMI" policy. Nothing was off-limits.
You
Girl. I need you to sit down. I just left someone's penthouse. Like... 5 minutes ago.
Anna's typing bubble popped up instantly.
Anna
BITCH WHAT. Who??? You better not be talking about some random club guy. Spill RIGHT NOW.
You bit your lip, grinning as you typed, still feeling that giddy, floaty feeling in your chest.
You
Her name is Natasha. She's kind of a Silver fox. Late 40s/early 50s. Rich as hell. Like... stupid rich.
You paused for a moment, grinning like some teenager.
You
She has a penthouse that looks like it belongs in a movie. Floor to ceiling windows, grand piano, the whole thing. I felt like I didn't even belong there in my sneakers. I kinda met her at that gig you gave me and well we talked but nothing happened.
Anna
Hello!!?? That was a while ago
You
I'm not done. So then, a few weeks later I saw her at the club and she was watching me. She paid like a lot of money for me to dance for her. But the two weeks after that, she came back and asked for a full night performance and I guess we kind of fucked.
Your cheeks began to heat up from the memories. You even kicked your legs like some lovesick teenager.
Anna
Kinda??? And then what?! Don't leave me hanging.
You
We fucked okay. Anna, the dick is LIFE CHANGING. Thick, curved, she knows exactly how to use it. I rode her on her couch the first night. She fucked me twice more before I left this morning. I can literally still feel her inside me rn.
You sent a string of flushed-face emojis.
Anna
HOLD TF UP. You went home with a rich white woman. A WHOLE DAY AGO and you're just now telling me???
You
I was busy.
Anna
Well know I know why. Details. Measurements if possible. Is she a top? Does she eat pussy? I need the full report!!!
You laughed out loud in your quiet apartment, cheeks burning as you typed back.
You
She's a top. Very much a top. She ate me out like she was starving. Made me come so hard my back arched off the bed for a long moment. And she's so possessive but in this hot, controlled way. Woke me up this morning by pulling me on top of her and fucking me slow while staring into my eyes. Told me she couldn't stop thinking about me and wanted me to stay longer.
Anna
Woah
You
Anna... I'm scared of how much I already like her. Like, stupid giddy. I was smiling the whole car ride home like some idiot
Anna
Babe. This sounds like danger. Rich older woman who fucks like a god and lives in a sky palace? Red flags but also... live your best life??? But be careful. Make sure she's not just playing games. Also send pics of the penthouse next time if you can 😂
You smiled, hugging a pillow to your chest.
For the first time, you had someone in your life who felt bigger than just a client or a one-night stand. And telling Anna about it made it feel real.
You
I'll be careful. But... I think I'm gonna see her again. Soon.
Anna
Of course you are. Just don't fall too fast, babe. Keep me updated on that silver fox dick tho.
You put your phone down, still grinning like a fool. Even back in your small apartment, surrounded by your normal life, you could still feel Natasha's hands on your body and hear her whispering "good girl" in your ear.
And you knew that this was only the beginning.
—-
Natasha Romanoff didn't do this. She didn't just invite women back to her penthouse the very next night. She didn't text at 4 AM because she couldn't stop thinking about someone or how they sounded when they laughed. And she certainly didn't spend the entire morning after watching her sleep with a stupid, soft smile on her face. Yet here she was. Still thinking about you.
After you left, Natasha stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, coffee in hand, staring out at the city. She was now wearing only her silk robe, your scent, coconut, vanilla, and sex was still clinging to her skin. She couldn't stop replaying it. The way you'd looked riding her on the couch that first night. The surprised, breathless sounds you made when she filled you. How your right thigh lifted when you came. The shy but glowing smile on your face when you woke up in her bed this morning. Natasha was in trouble.
Her phone buzzed. A group chat.
Carol
Brunch? I'm in town for 48 hours.
Wanda
I'm free. Natasha, you better not be working.
Natasha sighed and typed back.
Natasha
My place. 1 PM.
Two hours later, Carol Danvers and Wanda Maximoff were sprawled across her sectional like they owned it. Carol, blonde and athletic in jeans and a leather jacket, was nursing a mimosa. Wanda, with her soft red hair and knowing green eyes, was curled up with a cup of tea.
They both noticed something was off immediately.
"Well you're glowing." Wanda said, tilting her head with a small smirk.
"And you have that 'I got laid and it was good' look. Spill." Natasha leaned against the kitchen island, arms crossed.
"It's nothing." Carol barked out a laugh.
"Bullshit. You never invite us over last minute unless something's up. Who is she?" Natasha was quiet for a moment, then sighed.
"Her name is... y/n" she said, the name feeling intimate on her tongue.
"Shes young and so beautiful. Curves that should be illegal. She was waitressing at the Harrington event a couple of weeks ago. Some assholes were being rude to her. I shut it down... and then.."Wanda's eyebrows rose.
"You took a waitress home didn't you?"
"No!" Natasha frowned.
"That night we were at the club."
"What club?"
"The time Rio lost the bet and we went to the strip club, I saw her again. She's a dancer."
Carol grinned.
"You fucked the stripper didn't you?" Natasha shot her a look.
"How did you-"
"Because you have that 'I can't stop thinking about her' face," Carol said, pointing.
"The same face you get when you're closing a deal you're obsessed with. Except this time it's a person." Wanda had placed her drink down, her attention was now solely focused on the redhead.
"You guys had sex?"
"Yes."
"With the stripper?"
"Wanda she's more than just a stripper." Natasha murmured after taking a sip from her wine glass.
"And you like her?" Wanda asked and Natasha paused before nodding.
"Fuck. I think I do." Wanda leaned forward, more gentle.
"You like her." She repeated, softer this time.
Natasha ran a hand through her silver-streaked hair.
"I do." She admitted quietly.
"More than I should after two nights. She's... different. She's got this fire. She's just..."
"Indescribable." Carol finished and Natasha nodded.
Wanda's expression softened with understanding.
"Sounds like you're falling, Nat." Natasha didn't deny it. She just stared out the window, a small, rare smile tugging at her lips.
"She makes me feel... greedy. Like I want all of her time. All of her attention. I want to spoil her. Protect her from the assholes at that club." She let out a breath.
"It's only been two nights and I'm already thinking about when I can see her again."
Carol clapped her on the shoulder.
"Then stop overthinking and go get your girl. You deserve something real for once." Wanda nodded.
"Just be careful. Don't scare her off with the full Romanoff intensity too fast." Natasha chuckled, but her mind was already drifting back to you, wondering what you were doing right now, if you were sore, if you were thinking about her too.
She was falling. And for the first time in years, she wasn't sure she wanted to stop. Age be damned.
—-
You were lying in bed, freshly showered, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt. Your body was still tender. Your thighs sore, pussy faintly throbbing from how thoroughly Natasha had fucked you that morning. Every time you moved, you felt the ghost of her thick cock stretching you open. Your phone lit up.
Natasha
Tell me you're still thinking about me.
You bit your lip hard, a rush of heat flooding between your legs
You
How could I not? I can still feel you inside me.
Natasha
Good. I've been hard for the last hour just remembering how you looked riding me this morning. That pretty puffy pussy taking every inch. The way your thighs just kept lifting every time you came.
You squirmed on the bed, pressing your thighs together.
You
You're dangerous. I'm literally wet again just reading this.
Natasha
Send me a picture.
Your heart raced, heart slamming against your ribs . You hesitated for half a second, then angled your phone down. You pulled your shirt up, spread your thighs, and took a quick photo , showing your slick, puffy pussy still slightly swollen from earlier. Fuck it.
You sent it.
Natasha
Fuck. Look at that pretty pussy. Still leaking my cum? I should've kept you in my bed all day. Should've fucked you until you couldn't walk.
You
I'm sore but I want more. You ruined me for anyone else already.
Natasha
That's the plan.
You let out a shaky breath, fingers hovering over the keyboard as heat pooled low in your belly.
You
You're really trying to make me touch myself tonight, huh?
Natasha
Shouldn't have to try. You're already soaked just from texting me. Tell me the truth, are you touching that pretty pussy right now?
Your hand had already slipped between your thighs without you realizing. You bit your lip harder and typed with one hand.
You
...Yes.
You paused before continuing.
You
I'm so wet. Can't stop thinking about how deep you were this morning.
Natasha
Show me.
Another picture request. Your heart hammered as you spread your legs wider, angled the camera, and snapped a new photo, this one showing two of your fingers glistening with your slick, your swollen clit peeking out. You sent it.
Natasha
Fuck, look at you. You're such a needy little thing. Playing with that pussy while thinking about my cock. I want you to fuck yourself with those fingers and pretend it's me stretching you open.
You moaned softly in the quiet of your room and pushed two fingers inside yourself, eyes fluttering shut as you imagined her thick length instead.
You
Feels so good but not enough... I need you. Want you to bend me over and fuck me until I can't walk straight.
Natasha
Careful, beautiful. Keep talking like that and I'll come over there right now and ruin you all over again.
You
And what if I want that?
Natasha
Oh baby, I want those thighs shaking while I pound you. Want to hear you moan my name until your voice gives out.
You were breathing harder now, fingers moving faster as you read her messages.
You
Please... I'm so close. Tell me what you'd do to me.
Natasha
I'd pin you down on your back, spread those thick thighs wide, and slam every inch into you. I'd fuck you hard and deep until that pretty wet pussy is creaming all over my cock. And then I'd flip you over and fill you up while you're still shaking for me.
That pushed you over the edge. You came with a choked moan, thighs trembling, fingers buried deep as your pussy clenched and pulsed. You snapped one last blurry, post-orgasm picture, your fingers shiny and your pussy visibly wet and twitching , and you sent it.
Natasha
Jesus Christ.
She typed for a moment before the bubbles disappeared. Then they reappeared.
Natasha
Good girl. Such a perfect, messy little slut for me. I'm so fucking hard right now. Tomorrow night. After your shift. My car will be waiting.
Natasha
And you'd better not be wearing any panties.
You smiled breathlessly, still coming down from your high.
You
Yes, ma'am. I can't wait.
Natasha
Get some rest, beautiful. You're going to need it.
You locked your phone and stared at the ceiling, heart racing and a stupid grin on your face.
This woman was going to be the death of you.
And you were already counting down the hours until you saw her again.
—-
The club was packed, but the second you spotted her in the VIP booth, everything else faded.
Natasha sat like she owned the place — legs spread, black suit tailored perfectly to her powerful frame, silver-streaked auburn hair catching the lights. Her green eyes were locked on you with intense, burning focus. She wasn't smiling. She was watching every move you made like a predator. So you danced for her.
Every roll of your hips, every arch of your back, every slow, filthy grind against the pole, it was all for her. You caught her gaze during a deep dip, biting your lip as you rolled your body back up. Natasha's jaw clenched. Her hand tightened around her glass. You winked before moving again.
By the end of your set you were soaked and buzzing. You grabbed the last of the money before walking off to the empty dressing rooms. You barely had time to step into your dressing room before the door opened behind you.
Natasha stepped in, locked the door, and had you pinned against the vanity in seconds. Her mouth crashed into yours, hungry, possessive, and almost angry.
"You danced like a fucking tease." She growled against your lips, hands already yanking your emerald bikini top down.
"Shaking that perfect ass for them. Letting every worthless man in here stare at what's mine."
You moaned into the kiss, grinding against the very obvious bulge in her slacks. When she pulled back for air, you looked up at her, breathing hard, and took her wrist.
"Yours?" you challenged, voice breathy but defiant. You guided her hand down your body, pushing it under the waistband of your tiny bikini bottoms until her fingers pressed against your dripping, swollen pussy.
"Yours?" you repeated, guiding two of her fingers to rub slow, firm circles over your clit.
"You sure about that already old woman?Natasha's eyes flashed with dark heat. She pushed both fingers deep inside you without warning, curling them hard as she pressed you back against the vanity.
"Yes," she snarled, fucking you roughly with her fingers.
"This pussy is dripping for me. Not for them. Mine." You gasped, head falling back as she pumped her fingers fast and deep, thumb rubbing your clit. Your thigh started to lift and tremble against her hip as pleasure built fast.
Natasha hooked her arm under your thigh, holding it up higher so she could watch it shake while she finger-fucked you.
"That's it," she growled.
Look at this pretty thigh trembling for me. Your body already knows who it belongs to. Your pussy knows where home is too."
You came hard with a broken cry, pussy gushing around her fingers, thigh shaking violently in her grip. Natasha kept working you through it, then pulled her fingers out and spun you around.
She bent you over the vanity, freed her thick cock, and slammed into you in one brutal thrust.
You cried out, gripping the edge as she immediately started pounding you hard from behind.
The mirror showed everything. Your breasts bouncing, Natasha's face dark with lust as she watched her cock disappear inside you over and over.
"Say it." She demanded, one hand fisting your curls, the other slapping your ass hard.
"Tell me who this pussy belongs to."
"Yours." You moaned, voice breaking.
"It's yours, Nat-" She thrust deeper.
"Who's? I didn't get that." Another rough thrust.
"It's yours Nat." She fucked you harder, deeper, until you came again with a silent scream, thighs shaking uncontrollably. Natasha buried herself to the hilt and came with a low groan, flooding you with thick, hot cum.
She stayed inside you for a long moment, both of you panting. Then she leaned down, kissing the back of your neck almost tenderly while still buried deep.
"Mine." She whispered and you smiled breathlessly.
"Yours."
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