<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>7:31pm, Eastern time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Thor<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jane let out a rather unladylike and undignified squawk of surprise when Thor ripped her panties in two as though the fabric were nothing more than wet tissue. It wasn't the sexiest sort of sounds, but,<em>really</em>who'd expect him to that approach to undressing her?<br/><br/>Well, maybe she should have expected it, considering.<br/><br/>The rough, unconventional removal of her undergarments left a faint white line against her skin where the hem of the panty had pressed on her flesh and then snapped, but it faded rapidly. Jane rubbed where the mark smarted the most, frowning, then recovered her seductive smile, the burning look in Thor's eyes sending shiver down her spine.<br/><br/>She'd waited for him for so long, and now he was with her, utterly real, solid flesh. And he<em>wanted</em>her.<br/><br/>Jane was all too happy to oblige.<br/><br/>With a shimmy of her hips, she slid farther up his chest, balancing her weight on her knees. Her mound was graced with a tiny, neatly trimmed triangle of hair, and beneath, her pussy gleamed wetly, a scant distance from Thor's mouth.