Only two blocks from her apartment, Jean Grey paused to consider the sensation that had just briefly coursed through her body. An image accompanied the feeling, one of the cleavage of a large breasted woman. Recognizing the touch of another's mind, she quickly looked around, but nobody stood out to her trained eye from the crowded throng of people.
Turning towards the direction of her current home, Jean set out at an even brisker pace, moving towards the towering apartment complex on her 3 inch heels. Another image came to her, accompanied again by the same sensation. It was the same woman, but this time there was motion. The improbably globular mounds of the woman jiggled up and down, moving in a rhythmic manner as if the woman was engaging in...
No. She didn't need to dwell on that. Once she was safely inside, she could stop and consider the implications of these pornographic images. Jean walked through the open doors, past the well built door man, who like always stopped to check out her ass.
She was standing in the elevator was when the next wave hit her. This time around, the thoughts were again of the woman, this time she was able to see more. The woman's massive breasts were just visible behind her, and the source of their jiggling was confirmed to come from the woman bouncing upon the cock some man, whose features try as she might she could not see.
Concerned about the growing intensity of these visions, Jean hurried out of the elevator and to her apartment. Fumbling for the key, she finally found it and shoved it into the lock. As she reached forward to grasp the lock, Jean is struck again.
The image that coalesces in her mind is of the same busty bimbo, fucking the same unnamed man. Jean is entranced by the motion of the sluts hips, as the rock back and forth on the man's meat in small circular motions. The sight of the bimbo's large bubble butt pulls her in, providing counterbalance to the slut's chest, accentuating the wasp waist and highlighting the hour glass figure that was before her.
Obviously reaching the orgasm, the bimbo begins to rock with ecstasy, finally throwing her head back, whipping her luxurious mane of red hair back. The hair falls like a waterfall to brush against the top of her well rounded posterior, drawing Jean's gaze from the bottom to the top of the bimbo, and her head.
As if catching sight of her, the slut turned her head towards Jean, not breaking from her rhythmic motion. As her head turned, the slut's lusciously full lips broke into a seductive smile, a smile enhanced by large, doe like eyes that pleaded for anyone who gazed into them to fuck their owner.
And them bimbo Jean, in a voice dripping with honey, said "Was wondering when you would show up!".
At this point, a Bimbotech security guard opened the door to the apartment and quickly pulled Jean into the apartment and threw her onto couch, just across from where Mistress Mindfuck was sitting in the well worn chair.
(Continuity in mind, I think this could easily be explained away with a flashback to Mistress Mindfuck finishing up with Natasha, and then all is right in the world. Or we can argue about how it would be incorrect for a character to be in multiple places at once.)
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