Psylocke’s hands gripped the hem of her clothed top tightly as she met Magneto’s intense gaze. They were alone in his quarters, and the air between them felt charged with anticipation. He took a step towards her, his powerful magnetism drawing her closer without even touching her. She couldn’t resist as he undid the buttons on her shirt and pushed it off her shoulders, revealing her supple breasts bound by a tight black corset.
His rough hands cupped her firm mounds, sending shivers down her spine. His skin against hers sent a shockwave through them both, their desire for each other evident in the way they looked at one another. As he lowered his head to take a nipple into his mouth, Psylocke arched her back in pleasure, moaning softly. His lips and tongue teased and taunted the sensitive peak, making her crave more.
In response, she reached behind her and undid the clasp of her corset, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before him in nothing but her black lace thong and combat boots. He stepped closer still, his magnetism drawing their bodies together. She could feel the heat of his cock against her stomach, and her pussy ached for it.
Without another word, he picked her up bridal-style and carried her to his massive bed. The sheets were rumpled from previous use, but they didn’t care. He laid her down gently, his skin met hers as he crawled on top of her. She felt the hard ridge of his cock against her pussy, and she squirmed impatiently, needing him inside her.
He chuckled deep in his throat before sliding his cock inside her wet warmth. She gasped at the intensity of the feeling, her fingernails digging into his back. He began to thrust deep into her, their hips meeting in a rhythmic cadence. She moaned loudly, encouraging him to take her harder.
His hands gripped her hips tightly as he drove into her over and over, his cock striking her G-spot with each powerful stroke. She could feel the build-up of tension inside her, his thrusts becoming more desperate and urgent. Just as she was about to cum, he pulled out, his cock leaving her wet and wanting more.
He quickly positioned himself between her legs, his hard cock leaking precum onto her inner thigh. He held her gaze as he pushed back in, sliding his length slowly inside her tight pussy. She clenched around him, her walls gripping him like a vice. He thrust into her again, faster and harder than before, bringing them both closer to the edge.
With one final, powerful thrust, Magneto’s cock buried itself inside her as far as it could go. Their hips met in a sharp grind, and they both let out long, drawn-out moans of release. Psylocke’s walls pulsed around him, milking his cock of every last drop as he came inside her, cum spurting deep into her womb.
Satiated, they lay together in a tangle of sweaty limbs and heaving breaths. Their hearts racing and their bodies spent, they basked in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. It was clear to both of them that their connection was strong, and their desire for each other only grew stronger with time.
