<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>7:15 pm, Eastern time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Thor<br/><hr/><br/>With her characteristic enthusiasm for her work, Jane set to studying Thor's cock - gleeful like a kid with a new toy on Christmas. He was big in her hand (though she didn't vocalize that particular compliment; the God of Thunder's ego was large enough, she thought), and just the simplest of touches was enough to make him moan.<br/><br/><em>So, responsive then, and all because of me. This is going to be...fun.</em>Determined to test her theories on exactly<em>how</em>responsive Thor was, Jane altered her grip around his shaft and staredt to slowly pump the organ up and down in a loose fist, then tighter and faster. She squeezed him from root to tip, occasionally swiping her thumb over the glans, smearing his precum over his flesh.<br/><br/>Jane's breasts bobbed with her arm's motions, nipples grazing against his thigh as she leaned forward, intent on adding a new variable to her sensual little experiment. She pursed her lips and brushed them over his cockhead, then licked a teasing trail down the bottom of his shaft with the tip of her tongue, eyes watching his face for a reaction.