<div class="floatleft">(http://agentpalmer.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/Claire-Temple.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Jennifer Walters (Formerly She Hulk)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Picture<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Sep 09, 2019<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Late Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Jennifer Walters Apartment -> Hells Kitchen, New York<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Getting Closer....<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Daredevil<br/><hr/><br/>Matt told her not to apologize before he pulled her into his arms and they kissed passionately. Their tongues rolled over each other and Jennifer moaned into his mouth. Jen crashed her lips onto Matt`s, starting what was sure to be the mother of all make-out sessions. Maybe this was a bad idea, they were supposed to be friends and co workers and yet this was crossing a threshold to something much deeper. No more words were spoken as the passion took them over. There was no more repression, no more holding back. He wanted her and she wanted him. And neither would hold back any further. Jennifer was in a daze of anxiety and arousal. She pulled at Matts Shirt ripping open his buttons in a hurried fashion trying to get it open as quickly as possible. Setting aside any lingering doubts, Miss Walters went to work. It was hard, but she wanted to embrace this feeling. Jennifer had dreamed about it many times before, she always found Matt sexy but she buried those feelings. Matt probably knew she was always attracted to him given his senses were heightened and he could read people like a book. Now it was time to see it through. Once Matt`s shirt was gone, giving her an unabated view of his manly muscled frame. Letting her hands roam freely around his chiselled, manly flesh, Jen felt the heat between her legs grow. She could feel her pussy getting wet with arousal. Breaking the kiss, Jennifer adjusted herself so she could get her top off. And once her generous breasts were freed, her white push up bra pushing them up high and upwards. "Matty. Please. Fuck me." She breathed out in a low and heavy voice as she looked at him. She wanted him to underdress her to take her there and then on her couch, let the consequence's be dammed.