“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Astrid Andrews, better known as Sky Fox, asked. She was standing at the edge of the roof in a mockery of her crime fighting attire. Instead of a Kevlar body suit she was dressed in nearly transparent blue negligee with strategically missing bits of fabric. Her bright blue hair was loose, unlike the tight bun she wore when she was expecting a fight. Only three parts of the leggy, busty super hero’s uniform were genuine. The silver face mask with ‘wings’ extending almost two inches on either side of her face, the utility belt hanging loose around her hips and the knee high silver stiletto heels.
“Yeah I’m sure.” The man responding was the latest in a line of boyfriends who wouldn’t last. He was attracted to her, what man wasn’t she had the kind of body that only constant exercise could bring, combine with the kind of cleavage that even surgery couldn’t reproduce. “Let’s do this.” He was already nude; his clothing neatly folded on top of one of the AC units.
It was really too bad he wasn’t going to last because he was delicious. A twenty two year old Marine Corp Force Recon Sergeant he had the kind of tight, toned body that got Fox knocky in the knees. He had the can do, borderline insane mentality that his job bred in men and that kept her buttery in her nethers. Possibly best of all the boy was endowed like some kind of animal. One thing she was sure about was the fact that normal human males didn’t have foot long cocks as thick as her wrists. That made her foam at the lips.
“Okay, now remember if you get scared just say and we can stop.” Sky Fox teased before wrapping her arms around her boyfriend and shooting into the sky. For a split second he panicked, who wouldn’t at over five thousand feet. He was about to become the first man to join the mile high club without the benefit of an aircraft.
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