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🕑 Added 2025-03-05 18:34:21 +0000 UTCDarcy looked like a woman who was losing a race to the devil, even as she kissed each of Jen’s bare shoulder blades in turn, making her way down the supple muscles of Jen’s back to her surprisingly narrow waist.
She licked the dimples of Jen’s midsection before sliding her tongue into the valley of Jen’s very feminine ass. While her buttocks were packed with muscles, they weren’t exactly firm. Darcy found plenty of softness waiting for her, every time she pressed her lips to the sweepingly rounded contours of those green hills.
Then she stopped to hold up her hand. It was trembling. “God, I’m in a state,” she moaned miserably.
Jen smiled wryly. “That girl must have been something—keep going.”
Her hands still shaking, Darcy separated those big cheeks, each thick and round and pounding with the same toned, vibrant physique that marked the rest of Jen’s Amazonian body. It was a lovely effort to dig her fingers into all the muscle that underlaid the weighty roundness, to expose Jen’s tightly puckered asshole and see it to be as porn star perfect as the rest of her.
Jen was naked as she stood at her desk to interview her client, except for her high heels and the amulet that dripped down to a rest between her proud breasts, equally as awe-inspiring as the ass Darcy was currently worshiping. The chairs where her clients would normally sit were unoccupied; lately, they’d been far more comfortable kneeling behind Jen and doing to her bubble butt exactly what Darcy was doing now.
Jen gasped, feeling the tip of Darcy’s tongue press into her anus in an unashamed rimjob. Her grommet was as tight as any of the muscles in her body, making Darcy really strain herself to get the wet digit inside. Which was as good a way to calm Darcy down as offering her a drink.
A shaky smile animated Jen’s face as Darcy’s tongue got further and further into her puckered rectum. She reached back to pat Darcy’s head. “I can see you’ve got a lot of stress to burn.” And lucky me, she thought. “But this isn’t the end of the world, you know. If no one took jailbait, there wouldn’t be a law. But seventeen? There are plenty of states where that isn’t even a misdemeanor.”
Darcy pulled her tongue away from Jen’s hole. “Not this state!”
Jen put her hand on Darcy’s head and eased her back into her service. At Darcy’s redoubled effort, the ring of muscle let her in and Darcy thoroughly embedded her tongue in Jen’s rectum. Jen’s hips surged; she trilled with pleasure at having Darcy licking at the inside of her ass, almost humping the desk she stood in front of. If only she could get Darcy’s friend Jane to come along for moral support—stand in front of her with her tongue out…
Even as she enjoyed herself, Jen was surprised to see Darcy like this. She’d always been so cocky, so bemused by the world around her. Now she really was shaken.
“What’s this girl got against you that she would decide to frame you?”
Darcy pulled her tongue back just enough to speak. “You think it’s a frame?”
“What else?”
“I don’t know,” Darcy faltered, pressing a quick kiss to Jen’s irresistible ass before continuing. “I thought she might be a psycho—one of those girls who just want to get a person in trouble for the hell of it.”
Jen smiled slightly. “That only happens in erotic thrillers. How well do you know her?”
“I don’t know her at all,” Darcy said, sating her lust by rubbing her face against Jen’s ass as she spoke, acting like a stripper was giving her free rein to touch as much of the body that’d been tempting her as she liked. “Her mother’s in the real estate business. I put a vending machine on one of her properties a while back; you know, the side hustle with the nuts? Since then, I’ve seen her at a few parties. I said hello to the girl only twice, just because I knew her mother. That’s all there is.”
Freed from having to talk, Darcy spat on Jen’s anus and jabbed her tongue inside once more, while her fingertips swept up and down the rolling bounds of Jen’s hips, hefting her chiseled asscheeks as though she were molding two blocks of clay. Hard moans of approval rolled out of Jen’s throat as Darcy’s fingers shoved her buttocks around, pressing them to her own face as she continued pleasuring Jen.
“Nnnhh! Eat that ass!” Jen groaned, shaking her ass just enough to give Darcy a thrill, but not daring to go hard enough to dislodge Darcy’s tongue from her rosebud.
Darcy was happy to take it further, shoving her face between Jen’s cheeks and shaking her head around to motorboat every inch of Jen’s oversized, yet deliciously proportionate ass. She could almost imagine the delirious pleasure She-Hulk was feeling, her tongue in her asshole and her hands groping her buttocks so hard she was practically spanking them. Jen’s ass was all nice and green and firm, quivering on Darcy’s tongue, forcing her fingers to mold her warm, sweaty flesh even harder.
There was only so professional Jen could be now. She reached down, twisted her clit, and came with a wild scream of delight. Her cunt erupted, showering her bare desktop with her warm cream.
Jen fell forward, steepling her arms to stay up, pleasantly tired from the exertion. Her phone rang. With a sigh of satisfaction, Jen picked up the wet handset. She answered with Darcy’s tongue still in her ass, trying to arouse her to a second round.
“Jennifer She-Hulk Walters, attorney at law. Oh, hi Nat. Yeah, I did get some mail… a necklace? Yeah. Okay. Sure, I’ll be there.”
Jen hung up and, equally casually, reached back to pat Darcy on the head to get her attention. As soon as she was sure Darcy wouldn’t fight to keep tonguing her ass, she pulled her back by the hair. Darcy came away from her rectum with a wet pop of broken suction.
“Gotta run. Hero stuff,” she told Darcy, with a fond smile to replace the usual niceties. If she gave everyone who ate her ass the big run-around about how much she liked them and how she’d call them later, Jen would never get anything done.
“O-oh, okay,” Darcy said, instantly accepting, as she would be of just about anything Jen proposed at the moment. Although she’d probably prefer hardcore sadomasochism to Jen telling her it was time to call it a night.
Jen marched away, her bare ass swaying as if trying to catch the light with all the gleaming saliva Darcy had left on it. Darcy watched her go, licking her lips, very sure that Jen could handle her case.
As soon as Jen had turned the corner, Darcy lowered her head to Jen’s sodden desk and started licking up her girlcum.
