"Get me another beer, will ya bub?"
Wolverine shoved his big, once frosty mug across the counter to the bartender. He tapped a little ash off the end of his cigar, then chomped on the end and took another puff.
This place was a dive, no doubt about that. Half the pool sticks were broken from old bar fights, smoke hung on the air, and the only natural light in the room came from small, thin, darker colored glass windows near the ceiling. It didn't even have the makings
for any kind of special bands or other gigs, only a broken down old jukebox and, when that crapped out, a small boombox radio the bartender would pull out from behind the bar.
When the new mug pounded in front of him, spilling suds on the side, Logan opened his mouth to thank the man, when a click and blast of music interrupted. Out of instinctive interest, he turned toward the jukebox.
Standing in front of it was a woman, gyrating her hips to the instrumentals, hands on the sides of the bulky machine in front of her while she put on a good show of her big leather-wearing ass to everyone at the bar --- which right now, this early in the day,
consisted entirely of Wolverine. Her pants hugged tightly to her curves, riding into her crotch. Her lower back dipped inward when she leaned harder against the jukebox, and her hands sensuously rose up to the front of her knotted baby blue shirt as she tossed
her hair. She started to turn.
"Who's the hot little... MJ?"
Slowride, take it easy
Slowride, take it easy
Slowride, take it easy
MJ smirked salaciously, undoing the knot and flashing her target with the whole of her nice big boobs.
"Get a good look at these babies, Logan, 'cause you're going to wreck them!" MJ teased, sashaying all the way toward Logan. His stunned silence, complete with the cigar dropping out of his mouth and breaking ash onto the floor, fueled her sauciness as she rubbed
her rear against his leg.
"MJ, toots, I don't think I should..."
I'm in the mood
The rhythm is right
We can roll all night
Move to the music
"... pass on a chance like this. You always have the right moves to get my blood goin."
"Then what are ya waiting for... tiger?"
Logan's belt jingled while he unbuckled and unzipped, letting the whole mess bunch up at his ankles. Expertly, he let out one of his claws and sliced a couple strategic slits, freeing Mary Jane's mound and ass from the leather. The sight made his cock stiff,
jutting upward where he sat.
Slow down, go down
Got to get your lovin' one more time
Hold me, roll me
Slow ridin' woman, you're so fine
"Damn Red," Logan growled. "Pound that thing on my cock and ride it like the fine slut you are."
"Mmm, with pleasure," Mary Jane purred. Her pussy squicked as she drove it down, and she gasped hotly. This was going to be one fine fuck to throw in her asshole ex's face.
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