<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/3bIq1uu.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Matthew Murdock<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Navy suit, tinted glasses<br/><strong>Time and Date</strong>: 9/9/2019 | Late Night<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Jennifer Walters Apartment -> Hells Kitchen, New York<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Following instructions<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jennifer Walters<br/><hr/><br/>Matt closed his eyes as they made out, hands and mouths engaged in a raging ballet as they let passion guide them. Closing his eyes made no different to his sight or to his senses, but it was still something he did when he wanted to take in every feeling, every touch, taste, sound and smell as they let their passion speak for itself. Matt's breathing was deep and loud as he tasted her, encouraged by her moaning. There was no more restraint - no more holding back their desires for the sake of friendly and respect, even if they still respected each other tremendously.<br/><br/>When she pulled back and began working him out of his shirt, Matt smiled, hastily wiggling out of his suit jacket and almost ripping off his tie while she ripped open the buttons of his shirt in a manner reminiscent of a well-known comic book superhero and he finished getting rid of his shirt as Jenn worked herself out of her top, Matt helping her out of it and of her bra as soon as he was free himself.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310698.msg15087289#msg15087289">Quote from: VoluptuousVixen on 22-09-2019, 23:41:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Matty. Please. Fuck me."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Yes, ma'am", he replied with his usual cocky smile and he immediately went for her chest, running his lips and his tongue along the length of the crease in the the middle of it as he massaged her breasts, firmly but with lovingly. He moved up on her to suckle on her nipples and ran his hands over the side of her body, over her buttock and under her thigh as he pulled her leg around his pelvis. He lifted his head from her body just long enough to whisper "Jenn, you could drive me out of my mind if you wanted." while he unbuttoned her pants and began to pull them off. He ran his hands and his lips along the inside of her thigh as he went back up her leg, then began to pull her panties down, keeping his face near her crotch as he teased her womanhood with his lips and his tongue, happily tasting her as he worked on getting her ready for the main event and giving her an orgasm if she let him, his own arousal clearly visible as a bulge on his navy suit pants.<br/>