<div class="floatright">(http://ris.fashion.telegraph.co.uk/RichImageService.svc/imagecontent/1/TMG9456275/m/diorskin_2301310a.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>7:13 pm, Eastern time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Thor<br/><hr/><br/>Jane sighed and arched her back, giving Thor improved access to her breasts. His lips and tongue, eager and warm over her pebbled nipple, made her shiver, and she ground her hips harder down on his fabric-covered shaft with a small whimper.<br/><br/>As he pulled her close once more, the firm mounds of her breasts pressed against his muscled chest, hard nipples grazing against his skin. Thor slipped his large hands beneath the band of her panties, and the feel of him cupping the cheeks of her ass was more than Jane could take lying still. She’d lost her patience.<br/><br/>She pulled free from his embrace and scooted back on her knees, taking a moment to admire the shape of Thor’s manhood beneath cloth. Jane gave his erection a teasing squeeze through his undershorts and then impatiently tugged the garment down, wresting him free of the fabric.<br/><br/>“I want to see you,” she declared, taking his manhood in hand.