Oh, if only Sue could see this. This poor girl beneath her, getting slowly stretched out, impaled on rubber cock. This was the most enjoyment Jynx had had since the last time she'd killed someone -- actually, no, this was even more fun than that. This was the most fun she'd had since she nibbled that one Fiend bitch to death. THAT had been REALLY fun.<br/><br/>Spit again? Huh. She supposed it couldn't hurt, maybe make the process a little easier... speed things up and whatnot. She paused a bit at the statement before deciding that, just because something was nice, didn't mean she had to not do it. Didn't she? She shook her head and growled a little, tugging the toy all the way out and dipping it down, rubbing it carefully along Emma's nethers to get it a bit more slick before stuffing it back into her backside -- and it did go a bit more smoothly now.<br/><br/>Once it was as far as she could get it, Jynx slowly shifted her hips back, tugging out and then driving it again, working up a slow, deliberate rhythm that wrenched the strap-on deeper each time, inch by inch. She leaned forward as she carefully fucked the turncoat, her own small breasts pressing against the girl's back while both arms curled under, one around Emma's waist, the other not-too-gently groping a breast -- the scarred one, if it made any difference, not that Jynx much gave a fuck. Scars were old news to someone like her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>