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ComiCon Closet
Mike has an intense encounter with a mysterious cosplayer.
by AlexRaistov, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
The con has been fairly packed this year. And now that they’re
getting some big name guests, like Doctor Who’s Matt Smith and Alex
Kingston are here. I think it’s going to give Fan Expo Boston a run for
its money. Hell, maybe even New York ComiCon. I think the fact that the
convention center is connected to the hotel is a huge advantage.
The contest was at 2pm this afternoon, so I wanted to head over and
register early. Making my way through the crowds, I got stopped a couple
of times to do the “Gaston Pose” with the Wolverine claws popped out.
There was even a couple dressed as Beauty and the Beast, so we got a
couple of pics together. I’ll text them to you later.
Needless to say I got there later than I expected, so I was second to
last in line. But it was fine because while I was waiting my turn to go
up on stage, I found myself chatting with a dude from New York who was
up with his buddy for the weekend. The guy was dressed as mashup of
Deadpool and Eleven from Stranger Things. It was hysterical: a full
Deadpool costume but with a blonde wig and dress.
We got to talking about the con and cosplaying and after a few
minutes he said with a chuckle, “Dude, be careful. I think the local law
enforcement is checking you out.”
I gave him a strange look because I had no fucking clue what he was
talking about. He motioned with his head and I turned around.
So picture this: two girls, both in variations of the ‘Slave Leia’
bikini from ‘Return of the Jedi.’ One girl’s costume was all white and
she was wearing a Stormtrooper helmet. The other was in all black,
wearing a Darth Vader mask and a flowing cape.
And holy shit their bodies were fucking amazing. You know I’ve always
been a boob man. Both girls were easily 32-34B and their brassieres
were doing a wonderful job of highlighting their fantastic assets. Both
of them had stunning hourglass figures. When ‘Madame Vader’ turned and
leaned in to say something to her Stormtrooper, it was pretty clear by
the amount of skin she was showing, there was most likely nothing under
the long black loincloth.
I watched as the Stormtrooper nodded to something ‘Madame Vader’
said. At this point I didn’t know what else to call her. She then lifted
her prop gun and started walking in our direction.
“You’re in for it now man,” said Eleven Deadpool.
The sexy Stormtrooper came right up to me and pointed her weapon.
“You. Rebel Scum,” she barked, “You’re to come with me immediately.”
I raised my eyebrow, my cigar jammed firmly in my teeth. I figured
what the hell, if we were gonna do this, have fun with it. “Rebel scum?”
I growled, “Sweetheart, do I look like rebel scum to you?”
The trooper pressed the nozzle of her weapon into my chest. “Now.”
I glanced over to Eleven Deadpool who shrugged, “Don’t look at me man. I’m a mercenary, remember?”
I leaned in towards the Stormtrooper and grunted, “You know, no one
fights like Gaston. And with these claws I bet it would be an
interesting fight. But okay, I’m game.”
As I stepped away from the line, I heard my new friend shout, “Vaya Con Dios, my son! Go with God.”
The Stormtrooper led me over to 'Madame Vader’ who had her hands on
her curvy hips. I also got a chance to admire her thigh-high black
boots, laced up the front with buckles going up the sides. She had a
black belt around her waist which hung a light saber hilt. As I got
closer and saw a tan line on her exposed hip, I was convinced more than
ever that she was wearing nothing underneath.
'Madame Vader’ looked at me from head to toe.
“Something I can do for you?” I said in my best Hugh Jackman voice.
For a moment she stood there silently. I almost expected to hear the raspy Vader breathing.
“You!” she said finally in a commanding but very sultry voice, “will follow me. There will be no questions. Is that understood?”
So okay, you know I don’t like games or bullshit or anything like
that. But there was something about this situation…I’m just gonna say
it: I got rock hard. I swore my dick was going to explode out of my
pants.
Again, I can practically hear you laughing. But we’ve always been
pretty open about this kind of shit, so obviously I’m not going to stop
now.
Anyway, I rubbed my scruffy chin, (careful not to poke myself with my claws, and took the cigar out of my mouth.
“You’re Jedi mind tricks ain’t working here, sister,” I snarled, “But I’ll play along for now.”
Without another word, she turned, her cloak sweeping behind her. I
felt a poke in my back: the Stormtrooper was nudging me to start moving.
I followed 'Madame Vader’ around a large curtain that led to behind
the stage. From there we walked to a set of doors that led to a
maintenance corridor. Now I’m not going to lie, this was all starting to
make me a little bit nervous. Sexy as these two were, I had no idea who
they were, what they looked like under their helmets or what was really
going on. I was just about to say enough is enough and head back into
the main convention floor when we stopped in front of another door
marked “storage.”
'Madame Vader’ reached down with one of her gloved hands and pulled down on the handle, opening the door.
“Inside,” she commanded. I looked at her and the Stormtrooper, who
appeared to be setting up for guard duty. I shrugged and stepped inside.
The room was full of stacked chairs and folding tables. One table was
set up with a few chairs around it. There were some papers on top of
it. My guess is some of the Con organizers had probably used this room
for planning the floor layout.
The door closed and it was just me and 'Madame Vader’ in the room. As
she walked past me, her hands lifted up and unlocked the chain holding
her cape together. She let it drop to the floor.
With the cloak gone, I was able to get a better look at her body. The
thin straps of her black brassiere didn’t fully cover her tan lines, so
I could tell she definitely enjoyed spending time in the sun. She was
also more toned than I realized, though her hips still had a very lovely
curve to them. Sure enough, the rear loincloth, which had up until now
been hidden by her cape, was a little bit narrower than the front one,
and her amazing ass, cheeks were poking out ever so slightly on either
side.
With her still to me, she turned her masked head slightly.
“I understand no one fights like Gaston,” she said, continuing with a deep, ominous voice.
“So I hear,” I replied gruffly.
“I wonder,” she said with a dramatic pause, “if no one fucks like Gaston?”
Now you know it takes a hell of a lot to throw me for a loop and
leave me speechless. But there I was, eyes wide and my mouth partially
open in shock.
'Madame Vader’ removed her gloves, revealing black nail polish on perfectly manicured fingers.
“No response?” she mused, “Well perhaps not in words. But other parts
of you appear to,” she pointed at my bulging crotch, “be speaking for
themselves.”
Now let me just remind you, she was still wearing that fucking helmet. I literally had no idea who this person was.
And, God help me, I was turned on like never before.
She walked over and sat on the edge of the folding table, her legs
spread and the black loincloth falling between them. Slowly she lifted
the cloth to the side, confirming what I had all but surmised from the
minute I saw her.
Her bare pussy was now right there for me to see. Her puffy pink lips were wide open, glistening and extremely inviting.
“This is fucking crazy.” I said aloud.
“The door is right behind you,” 'Madame Vader’ replied nonchalantly,
“My guard is only outside to ensure we are not disturbed. If you wish to
leave you can at any time.”
She reached down between her legs and spread her pussy lips wider while her fingers began to explore her tantalizing, wet hole.
“Alternatively, you could come over here, eat me out and then bend me over this table and fuck me from behind.”
So again, you know it takes a lot to stun me. And believe me, I was stunned.
But I’m also not fucking stupid.
I removed my gloves with the Wolverine claws built in and set them on
the closest chair next to me. I then made my way over to the table and
sank to my knees in front of 'Madame Vader.’
I inhaled the wonderful, sweet musky smell that was coming from her
pussy. I was just about to dive in when I stopped and looked up at her,
“I don’t suppose you’re taking that off, are you?”
“Are you going to ask questions that you already know the answer to, or are you going to begin,” she said ominously.
I shook my head, “No ma'am.” I replied and dove into her beautiful, wet slit.
I let my tongue casually explore her red pussy lips, enjoying the
sweet and savory flavor. There was an aching moan from under the mask.
“More,” she whimpered, dropping the authoritative tone in her voice.
My tongue began to flick up and down quickly. Her hands slammed down
and gripped the edge of the table as she began to grind her pelvis in my
face.
I brought my hand up to my mouth and paused my licking just briefly
to lick my thumb. As I resumed, I let my thumb slip into the upper folds
of her slit, searching for her clit. It wasn’t hard to find – it was
like a small cherry pit, hard and inviting. Her breaths came shallow and
for a moment I wondered if she was going to pass out under the helmet.
“Please,” she begged without the slightest hint of any of her former bravado, “Oh God, I’m so close.”
My thumb kept playing with her pulsing button as I licked feverishly.
After several more seconds I withdrew my thumb and attacked her clit
directly with my tongue.
That was the right move to push her right over the edge.
“Oh my god oh my god oh my God,” she cried under her mask, “I’m coming. Oh Jesus yes! Yes!”
Her body convulsed and contorted as my face was showered by her
intense orgasm. I kept lapping though, enjoying the sweet juices
slicking her thighs and my face.
Slowly, her tremors began to subside as she leaned back onto her elbows on the table.
I stood up over her. “Are you sure you don’t want to take that mask off?” I asked, genuinely concerned.
“I,” she stammered, still slightly out of breath, “I like it this way.”
She shifted forward off the table and stood in front of me.
“And now,” she said, trying to regain some of her earlier
in-character composure, “I believe you have another service to provide.”
She reached forward and unbuckled my costume belt, letting it drop to
the floor. She then lifted up my shirt slightly and undid my pants. Her
fingers grasped the fabric of both my pants and underwear and pulled
down, freeing my throbbing and aching cock.
“Excellent.” 'Madame Vader’ said with a slight nod, “I was right to choose you.”
She turned around and bent over the table, resting on her forearms. I
took a step forward and lifted the rear loincloth of her costume,
exposing a perfectly tanned ass (string bikinis for the win). I adjusted
my position, spread her cheeks slightly and guided myself into her
soaking wet hole.
Her pussy lips wrapped perfectly around the head of my cock and we
stayed in that position for a moment. Then slowly I inched forward until
I was completely buried inside her.
“Yes,” she hissed softly. I placed my hands on her hips and began
slow, rhythmic motions. She was so wet, every thrust was a silky smooth
ride. But I could still feel her pussy walls constrict around my shaft
every time I moved back and forth. Her body began to match my movements,
her ass and pelvis pushing backwards against me.
There was a brief moment when I was extremely tempted to reach
forward and attempt to knock the helmet off her head. Would she stop
this incredible moment or were we too far gone that she wouldn’t care?
But the sound of her ass slapping against my lower abdomen shook me out
of the thought.
“Fuck it,” I think I said out loud as I increased the speed of my thrusts.
“Yes baby,” she cried, “Yes, god yes. Come for me baby. Come inside
me.” Before I could protest, she added, “It’s fine. I’m protected. Just
come. Come deep inside me, please!”
I continued pumping her pussy until I felt that familiar tingling sensation at the base of my cock.
I started tensing up, “Oh fuck, I’m coming!” I thrust one final time
and stayed there as far in her as I could while my sperm erupted from my
dick, filling the depths of her pussy.
She gasped, “Oh god, I can feel you filling me up so much!” She
wasn’t kidding, because just a few seconds later I felt the wonderful
mix of her juices and my cum spilling out of her pussy. I took a step
back, then pivoted so that I was leaning against the table next to her.
“That was,” I gasped, still trying to guess what she looked like under the mask, “insane.”
Slowly, she rose off the table, the loincloth slipping back down on its own to cover her bare ass.
“Seriously,” I said, watching as she silently stepped over to pick up
her cloak and gloves, “please tell me who the hell you are. Or that we
can meet up again?”
She made her way to the door and stopped. Her hands slowly made their way up towards her helmet and grasped it on both sides.
And then they dropped back down.
“If you find me,” came the ominous voice from under the mask, “then we will see.”
She opened the door, where I caught a glimpse of her friend waiting, and slipped out.
The door closed behind her, leaving me in the room in a daze with my
pants half way down my legs and my flaccid, wet dick now feeling the
chill of the storage room’s air conditioning.
Realizing there was no one outside guarding the room anymore, I
quickly zipped up, gathered my costume accessories and got the fuck out
of the room. I stumbled into the hallway and made my way quickly back to
the convention hall. Naturally neither girl was anywhere to be seen in a
crowd of other cosplayers and attendees. I made my way out of the
convention center, back through to the hotel and came up to my room.
And that’s where I am right now. Like I said, I tried calling you. And then I opened my tablet and started writing.
Needless to say I have no clue who won the cosplay contest. Maybe Deadpool/Eleven.
And of course I can hear you saying, “I think I pretty much 'won’ anyway!” LOL
But seriously, I have to find her again. There’s two more days left to the con.
I’ll keep you posted, cuz. Love ya!
By AlexRaistov, for Literotica
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Mike has an intense encounter with a mysterious cosplayer.
by AlexRaistov, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
The con has been fairly packed this year. And now that they’re
getting some big name guests, like Doctor Who’s Matt Smith and Alex
Kingston are here. I think it’s going to give Fan Expo Boston a run for
its money. Hell, maybe even New York ComiCon. I think the fact that the
convention center is connected to the hotel is a huge advantage.
The contest was at 2pm this afternoon, so I wanted to head over and
register early. Making my way through the crowds, I got stopped a couple
of times to do the “Gaston Pose” with the Wolverine claws popped out.
There was even a couple dressed as Beauty and the Beast, so we got a
couple of pics together. I’ll text them to you later.
Needless to say I got there later than I expected, so I was second to
last in line. But it was fine because while I was waiting my turn to go
up on stage, I found myself chatting with a dude from New York who was
up with his buddy for the weekend. The guy was dressed as mashup of
Deadpool and Eleven from Stranger Things. It was hysterical: a full
Deadpool costume but with a blonde wig and dress.
We got to talking about the con and cosplaying and after a few
minutes he said with a chuckle, “Dude, be careful. I think the local law
enforcement is checking you out.”
I gave him a strange look because I had no fucking clue what he was
talking about. He motioned with his head and I turned around.
So picture this: two girls, both in variations of the ‘Slave Leia’
bikini from ‘Return of the Jedi.’ One girl’s costume was all white and
she was wearing a Stormtrooper helmet. The other was in all black,
wearing a Darth Vader mask and a flowing cape.
And holy shit their bodies were fucking amazing. You know I’ve always
been a boob man. Both girls were easily 32-34B and their brassieres
were doing a wonderful job of highlighting their fantastic assets. Both
of them had stunning hourglass figures. When ‘Madame Vader’ turned and
leaned in to say something to her Stormtrooper, it was pretty clear by
the amount of skin she was showing, there was most likely nothing under
the long black loincloth.
I watched as the Stormtrooper nodded to something ‘Madame Vader’
said. At this point I didn’t know what else to call her. She then lifted
her prop gun and started walking in our direction.
“You’re in for it now man,” said Eleven Deadpool.
The sexy Stormtrooper came right up to me and pointed her weapon.
“You. Rebel Scum,” she barked, “You’re to come with me immediately.”
I raised my eyebrow, my cigar jammed firmly in my teeth. I figured
what the hell, if we were gonna do this, have fun with it. “Rebel scum?”
I growled, “Sweetheart, do I look like rebel scum to you?”
The trooper pressed the nozzle of her weapon into my chest. “Now.”
I glanced over to Eleven Deadpool who shrugged, “Don’t look at me man. I’m a mercenary, remember?”
I leaned in towards the Stormtrooper and grunted, “You know, no one
fights like Gaston. And with these claws I bet it would be an
interesting fight. But okay, I’m game.”
As I stepped away from the line, I heard my new friend shout, “Vaya Con Dios, my son! Go with God.”
The Stormtrooper led me over to 'Madame Vader’ who had her hands on
her curvy hips. I also got a chance to admire her thigh-high black
boots, laced up the front with buckles going up the sides. She had a
black belt around her waist which hung a light saber hilt. As I got
closer and saw a tan line on her exposed hip, I was convinced more than
ever that she was wearing nothing underneath.
'Madame Vader’ looked at me from head to toe.
“Something I can do for you?” I said in my best Hugh Jackman voice.
For a moment she stood there silently. I almost expected to hear the raspy Vader breathing.
“You!” she said finally in a commanding but very sultry voice, “will follow me. There will be no questions. Is that understood?”
So okay, you know I don’t like games or bullshit or anything like
that. But there was something about this situation…I’m just gonna say
it: I got rock hard. I swore my dick was going to explode out of my
pants.
Again, I can practically hear you laughing. But we’ve always been
pretty open about this kind of shit, so obviously I’m not going to stop
now.
Anyway, I rubbed my scruffy chin, (careful not to poke myself with my claws, and took the cigar out of my mouth.
“You’re Jedi mind tricks ain’t working here, sister,” I snarled, “But I’ll play along for now.”
Without another word, she turned, her cloak sweeping behind her. I
felt a poke in my back: the Stormtrooper was nudging me to start moving.
I followed 'Madame Vader’ around a large curtain that led to behind
the stage. From there we walked to a set of doors that led to a
maintenance corridor. Now I’m not going to lie, this was all starting to
make me a little bit nervous. Sexy as these two were, I had no idea who
they were, what they looked like under their helmets or what was really
going on. I was just about to say enough is enough and head back into
the main convention floor when we stopped in front of another door
marked “storage.”
'Madame Vader’ reached down with one of her gloved hands and pulled down on the handle, opening the door.
“Inside,” she commanded. I looked at her and the Stormtrooper, who
appeared to be setting up for guard duty. I shrugged and stepped inside.
The room was full of stacked chairs and folding tables. One table was
set up with a few chairs around it. There were some papers on top of
it. My guess is some of the Con organizers had probably used this room
for planning the floor layout.
The door closed and it was just me and 'Madame Vader’ in the room. As
she walked past me, her hands lifted up and unlocked the chain holding
her cape together. She let it drop to the floor.
With the cloak gone, I was able to get a better look at her body. The
thin straps of her black brassiere didn’t fully cover her tan lines, so
I could tell she definitely enjoyed spending time in the sun. She was
also more toned than I realized, though her hips still had a very lovely
curve to them. Sure enough, the rear loincloth, which had up until now
been hidden by her cape, was a little bit narrower than the front one,
and her amazing ass, cheeks were poking out ever so slightly on either
side.
With her still to me, she turned her masked head slightly.
“I understand no one fights like Gaston,” she said, continuing with a deep, ominous voice.
“So I hear,” I replied gruffly.
“I wonder,” she said with a dramatic pause, “if no one fucks like Gaston?”
Now you know it takes a hell of a lot to throw me for a loop and
leave me speechless. But there I was, eyes wide and my mouth partially
open in shock.
'Madame Vader’ removed her gloves, revealing black nail polish on perfectly manicured fingers.
“No response?” she mused, “Well perhaps not in words. But other parts
of you appear to,” she pointed at my bulging crotch, “be speaking for
themselves.”
Now let me just remind you, she was still wearing that fucking helmet. I literally had no idea who this person was.
And, God help me, I was turned on like never before.
She walked over and sat on the edge of the folding table, her legs
spread and the black loincloth falling between them. Slowly she lifted
the cloth to the side, confirming what I had all but surmised from the
minute I saw her.
Her bare pussy was now right there for me to see. Her puffy pink lips were wide open, glistening and extremely inviting.
“This is fucking crazy.” I said aloud.
“The door is right behind you,” 'Madame Vader’ replied nonchalantly,
“My guard is only outside to ensure we are not disturbed. If you wish to
leave you can at any time.”
She reached down between her legs and spread her pussy lips wider while her fingers began to explore her tantalizing, wet hole.
“Alternatively, you could come over here, eat me out and then bend me over this table and fuck me from behind.”
So again, you know it takes a lot to stun me. And believe me, I was stunned.
But I’m also not fucking stupid.
I removed my gloves with the Wolverine claws built in and set them on
the closest chair next to me. I then made my way over to the table and
sank to my knees in front of 'Madame Vader.’
I inhaled the wonderful, sweet musky smell that was coming from her
pussy. I was just about to dive in when I stopped and looked up at her,
“I don’t suppose you’re taking that off, are you?”
“Are you going to ask questions that you already know the answer to, or are you going to begin,” she said ominously.
I shook my head, “No ma'am.” I replied and dove into her beautiful, wet slit.
I let my tongue casually explore her red pussy lips, enjoying the
sweet and savory flavor. There was an aching moan from under the mask.
“More,” she whimpered, dropping the authoritative tone in her voice.
My tongue began to flick up and down quickly. Her hands slammed down
and gripped the edge of the table as she began to grind her pelvis in my
face.
I brought my hand up to my mouth and paused my licking just briefly
to lick my thumb. As I resumed, I let my thumb slip into the upper folds
of her slit, searching for her clit. It wasn’t hard to find – it was
like a small cherry pit, hard and inviting. Her breaths came shallow and
for a moment I wondered if she was going to pass out under the helmet.
“Please,” she begged without the slightest hint of any of her former bravado, “Oh God, I’m so close.”
My thumb kept playing with her pulsing button as I licked feverishly.
After several more seconds I withdrew my thumb and attacked her clit
directly with my tongue.
That was the right move to push her right over the edge.
“Oh my god oh my god oh my God,” she cried under her mask, “I’m coming. Oh Jesus yes! Yes!”
Her body convulsed and contorted as my face was showered by her
intense orgasm. I kept lapping though, enjoying the sweet juices
slicking her thighs and my face.
Slowly, her tremors began to subside as she leaned back onto her elbows on the table.
I stood up over her. “Are you sure you don’t want to take that mask off?” I asked, genuinely concerned.
“I,” she stammered, still slightly out of breath, “I like it this way.”
She shifted forward off the table and stood in front of me.
“And now,” she said, trying to regain some of her earlier
in-character composure, “I believe you have another service to provide.”
She reached forward and unbuckled my costume belt, letting it drop to
the floor. She then lifted up my shirt slightly and undid my pants. Her
fingers grasped the fabric of both my pants and underwear and pulled
down, freeing my throbbing and aching cock.
“Excellent.” 'Madame Vader’ said with a slight nod, “I was right to choose you.”
She turned around and bent over the table, resting on her forearms. I
took a step forward and lifted the rear loincloth of her costume,
exposing a perfectly tanned ass (string bikinis for the win). I adjusted
my position, spread her cheeks slightly and guided myself into her
soaking wet hole.
Her pussy lips wrapped perfectly around the head of my cock and we
stayed in that position for a moment. Then slowly I inched forward until
I was completely buried inside her.
“Yes,” she hissed softly. I placed my hands on her hips and began
slow, rhythmic motions. She was so wet, every thrust was a silky smooth
ride. But I could still feel her pussy walls constrict around my shaft
every time I moved back and forth. Her body began to match my movements,
her ass and pelvis pushing backwards against me.
There was a brief moment when I was extremely tempted to reach
forward and attempt to knock the helmet off her head. Would she stop
this incredible moment or were we too far gone that she wouldn’t care?
But the sound of her ass slapping against my lower abdomen shook me out
of the thought.
“Fuck it,” I think I said out loud as I increased the speed of my thrusts.
“Yes baby,” she cried, “Yes, god yes. Come for me baby. Come inside
me.” Before I could protest, she added, “It’s fine. I’m protected. Just
come. Come deep inside me, please!”
I continued pumping her pussy until I felt that familiar tingling sensation at the base of my cock.
I started tensing up, “Oh fuck, I’m coming!” I thrust one final time
and stayed there as far in her as I could while my sperm erupted from my
dick, filling the depths of her pussy.
She gasped, “Oh god, I can feel you filling me up so much!” She
wasn’t kidding, because just a few seconds later I felt the wonderful
mix of her juices and my cum spilling out of her pussy. I took a step
back, then pivoted so that I was leaning against the table next to her.
“That was,” I gasped, still trying to guess what she looked like under the mask, “insane.”
Slowly, she rose off the table, the loincloth slipping back down on its own to cover her bare ass.
“Seriously,” I said, watching as she silently stepped over to pick up
her cloak and gloves, “please tell me who the hell you are. Or that we
can meet up again?”
She made her way to the door and stopped. Her hands slowly made their way up towards her helmet and grasped it on both sides.
And then they dropped back down.
“If you find me,” came the ominous voice from under the mask, “then we will see.”
She opened the door, where I caught a glimpse of her friend waiting, and slipped out.
The door closed behind her, leaving me in the room in a daze with my
pants half way down my legs and my flaccid, wet dick now feeling the
chill of the storage room’s air conditioning.
Realizing there was no one outside guarding the room anymore, I
quickly zipped up, gathered my costume accessories and got the fuck out
of the room. I stumbled into the hallway and made my way quickly back to
the convention hall. Naturally neither girl was anywhere to be seen in a
crowd of other cosplayers and attendees. I made my way out of the
convention center, back through to the hotel and came up to my room.
And that’s where I am right now. Like I said, I tried calling you. And then I opened my tablet and started writing.
Needless to say I have no clue who won the cosplay contest. Maybe Deadpool/Eleven.
And of course I can hear you saying, “I think I pretty much 'won’ anyway!” LOL
But seriously, I have to find her again. There’s two more days left to the con.
I’ll keep you posted, cuz. Love ya!
By AlexRaistov, for Literotica
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