<div class="floatright">(http://s1.wallls.com/images/0/1366x768/wallls.com-4470.jpg)   </div><strong>Name:</strong>Jane Foster<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Stark Industries Consultant<br/><strong>Locale:</strong>Jane's Room<br/><strong>Time:</strong>7:32pm, Eastern time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Thor<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It had been a<em>long</em>time since Jane had someone eat her out, and the sudden sensation of Thor's tongue against her folds, insistent and soft at the same time, took her by surprise. His whiskers prickled against her inner thighs, but his beard hardly stopped her from pivoting her hips into his mouth. Her breath hitched as the sharp point of his tongue segued from sliding over her inner labia to venturing inside. Her slick hole quivered around him instinctively, and she tightened her grip on his shoulders.<br/><br/>Thor, demi-god though he was, may not have been a veteran lover, but Jane had to give him an A+ for enthusiasm, and Foster had taught enough students to know when her pupil needed more specific instructions. "There," she gasped, as Thor's questing tongue found her clit.<br/><br/>"Right there; suck my clit" came her breathy instructions.