<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>7:17pm, Eastern time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Thor<br/><hr/><br/>Thor writhed on the sheets in response to the teasing flick of her tongue along the underside of his shaft, and Jane realized she'd have to seriously reevaluate her initial hypothesis.<em>Very,</em>very<em>sensitive, then.</em>Had it been a long time since Thor last...?<br/><br/>Deciding that was not a path of inquiry she<em>really</em>wanted to follow, Jane abandoned the thought and concentrated other, more immediate  - and entertaining - concerns.<br/><br/>She smiled up at the demi-god through dark eyelashes and with a coy smile. Her panties were soaking wet with her own want, she knew, but Jane wanted to see to Thor's pleasure first - especially if he were so close to the brink already; might help take the edge off.<br/><br/>"It's all right. Just let go," Jane advised, then wrapped her lips around the crown of Thor's erection and, with hollowed cheeks, slowly took him in her mouth. It was a stretch, certainly, given his thickness, but the brunette made up for what she couldn't reach with her tongue or mouth with her hand, alternating between stroking the root of his shaft and cupping his balls, rolling them in her palm.