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Amanda silently rappelled down the side of the tall building. The moonlight shone flatteringly on her skintight secret-agent catsuit as she descended like a curvacious, dirty-blonde ninja. When she reached the window, she withdrew her laser glass-cutter from her utiilty belt (no pockets in the catsuit, after all), and swiftly cut a hole to squeeze through. Success. Once inside, she set to work downloading the top-secret files she had been contracted to steal from the ruthless multinational corporation.
Suddenly Amanda was seized from behind. The lights went up and Amanda saw she was surrounded by robot guards brandishing machine guns. Amanda desperately struggled, but the robot's grip could not be broken. A door opened and Amanda beheld with horror the smirking face of Sex Agent Christina Hendricks.
"I see you have fallen into my robo-trap, foolish Agent. How very predictable." Christina Hendricks slithered up so close that Amanda could feel her breath on her neck. The sensation sent shivers down Amanda's spine in spite of herself. Christina Hendricks whispered huskily in her ear, "I've waited a long time for this."
"Curse your black heart, Christina Hendricks!" Amanda launched a vicious kick at Christina Hendricks' beautiful exposed throat, but Christina Hendricks moved in a blur and caught her foot in mid-strike. Amanda gasped and tried to withdraw her leg, but Christina Hendricks' grip was like a sexy vice.
"Now, now. That won't do." She snapped her fingers and suddenly there were five identical Christina Hendricks's standing before the stupefied girl. They were all wearing garments of indescribable flimsiness. "Perhaps my army of perfectly trained sex-clones can teach you some manners."
The sex clones began to move closer to her and Amanda tried to squirm away from their touch, but it was no use. The first Christina kept her leg suspended in mid-air and soon Amanda felt herself being lifted off her other foot by another clone. Two other took her arms and held them outstretched. There was no escaping their firm, feminine grasp. The perfect copies of Chrsitina Hendricks began to nibble at Amanda's neck and at her ears and Amanda felt her herself getting light-headed.
No, no, I have to resist, Amanda thought to herself. I'm a highly trained secret agent. I can't allow myself to be seduced by five perfect copies of Christina Hendricks, no matter how good it feels when they start, whoa, okay, that's new, oh god help me...
The busty clones began reaching delicately under the material of the catsuit to run their light fingers and their red nails over the trapped agent's soft flesh. The began stripping away the skintight fabric covering her body until Amanda was left completely naked. Her skin was already covered in goosebumps from the relentless teasing when two clones lowered their full lips to Amanda's bosom and began planting delicate kisses on her heaving breasts. Two more began kissing her long, supple toes and Amanda began to feel she might explode with desire.
One of the Christinas who was not otherwise engaged began drawing soft circles around Amanda's bellybutton with her sharp nails, drawing involuntary squeaks and yelps from her pretty mouth. Amanda tried biting her lip to stifle these embarrassing sounds, but it was no use; these clones were experts. Soon a steady stream of girlish giggles was bubbling out of Amanda as all the sex-clones exploited her helpless flesh for their nefarious, sexy ends. Amanda felt her resistance weakening, and her body succumbing to their torturous attentions. She twisted and pulled, trying to bring their teasing fingers closer to her aching womanhood.
"Who sent you?" Christina demanded as she stared into Amanda's desperate brown eyes. Amanda only shook her head in defiance. Christina Hendricks grinned naughtily as she continued the soft tickling with her right hand and with her left began tracing one fingernail slowly, slowly up Amanda's quivering thigh. Amanda's body bucked with ecstasy and she cried out with delight as Christina Hendricks' finger at last touched her warm, moist...
"Okay, stop it! Stop it right there. That's enough."
"What?" I look up from my computer. "You cut me off right when it was getting to the good part."
"Oh my god. Is that what you call an erotic story?"
"No, that's what I call the erotic story, sugartits."
"Okay, for one thing, you said you were going to write a story that catered to my sexual fantasies. My fantasies for once, not yours. Remember?"
"Vividly."
"That one time I said your writing style was a little immature and goofy for my taste, you acted like a nutcase for a whole week and finally swore you'd write me the erotic novel to end all erotic novels so I'd know how wrong I'd been."
"I disagree with your interpretation of events."
"You used the phrase 'asinine butt-sucking Philistines' to describe every working novelist on the planet."
"What's your exact concern with the way your story is going so far?
"Okay, for starters: How has an army of Christina Hendricks sex-clones ever figured into my fantasies?"
"Well," I stammer, "I thought maybe they had, secretly, and you just needed a little push to finally be honest with me about your feelings. And I wanted you to know that I'm totally cool with it."
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"For the last time, that is your fantasy. I like men. I fantasize about men."
"But honey, if I wrote about men, that would make me gay, probably. And that would make you a fag-hag. Is that what you want, Amanda? To be my platonic life-mate as I troll the streets for cock and drink Chiraz and cry on my shoulder about your failed hetero-relationships?"
"You're an idiot."
"I concede your point. Anything else?"
"The kidnapping and interrogation scenarios don't really work for me. I like my fantasies to be nicer. More romantic."
"You want your erotic fantasy to have romance in it?"
"Yes please."
"Man, I'll never understand chicks. Okay, any particular preference for who you're getting it on with in this erotic fantasy?"
"Mmm...how about Nathan Fillion?"
"The Firefly dude?"
"Yeah." Her voice is sumptuous and creamy with desire.
"Also, that's another thing. Do you really need all those overwrought adverbs? Like that one you just did, 'sumptuous and creamy,' what is that?"
"For your information, it's actually an adjective when I use it to describe your voice."
"''Whispered huskily.' 'Grinned naughtily.' Those are called 'Swifty's,' and they're a hallmark of poor fiction writing. And 'Heaving breasts?' That's such a cliche."
"A sexy cliche! You don't mess with a classic, devil-woman!"
Amanda and her heaving breasts turned and walked away, and I banged my fist furiously against the keyboard and poured myself another glass of bourbon.
---
Serenity wheeled sharply as the Alliance cruiser sent another space-missile screaming through space towards their bow. Her hull groaned in protest as Wash desperately sent the ship into a tight space-spin. The missile shot past them and exploded in a blinding flare of light.
"That was too close!" Captain Malcolm Reynolds said, and even as he said it his voice remained strangely confident and sexy.
Amanda desperately threw herself at Reynolds' feet. "Please Mal, it's me they're after! Just hand me over to them and they'll let you live!"
"Ha! I never make deal with Alliance scum, je qon ya humxin ba!"
"My Chinese isn't great, can you translate the last part of that sentence?"
"I said 'fuck them in the ears of their goat-herder fathers,' but it sounds a lot better in the original Mandarin."
"Ah."
"The point is, you're my passenger, and I'm far too honourable to hand you over to the forces of a military dictatorship for no reason! Especially since it's never been established exactly what your relationship with them is, or why they want you back so badly. I find you mysterious, and I'll be damned if anyone's going to cheat me out of the satisfaction of having all my questions answered!"
Mal had been staring intently at Amanda, enchanting her with his beautiful soulful eyes, and now he leaned in closer as if to kiss her, but an explosion threw them roughly to the ground. Actually that wouldn't have been such a bad development under most circumstances, but Jayne suddenly burst into the cockpit. Also not a bad development, depending on your point of view, but in this case he shouted, "The hull's been ruptured! We have to abandon ship!" Amanda punched the worthless ship in frustration and it let out an angry hiss.
The passengers and crew made their way to the two evacuation shuttles, and by an extraordinary coincidence Wash, Jayne, Zoe, Kaylee, Inara, Simon, River, and Book all headed for one shuttle, while Malcolm and Amanda ended up alone on the other.
After setting course for the nearest inhabited planet, Malcolm Reynolds reclined in his chair. "Now there's nothing to do but wait," he said. "The nearest planet is weeks away, and we're too far from any shipping lanes to ever be discovered. We may starve out here. In fact I'll level with you, most science fiction doesn't really address this, but if things get tight we'll almost certainly have to resort to cannibalism before this is over. "
"Oh Mal, do you really think so?"
"No. I'm just saying those things because I'm afraid of being overwhelmed by my feelings for you."
Amanda's heart leapt as Malcolm Reynolds pulled her close to him. "Mal, please, we shouldn't..." she whispered softly as she turned her head to the side. She couldn't help smelling the rugged scent of sweat and courage on his shirt, and it threatened to overwhelm her girlish senses. When she felt his lips brush against her neck and felt his stubble tickle her collarbone, she felt her knees getting weak.
Mal was through being coy and, seeing Amanda tremble at his touch, he turned her head back and kissed her roughly. Her body resisted for only an instant, and then she sunk into his arms. Mal swept her up as if she weighed no more than a child and carried her into the back of the shuttle. He laid her down on the silk-sheeted king-sized bed that happened to be conveniently located in this particular shuttle.
"Ha, come to think of it, this is Inara's old place." He laughed and began expertly undressing the eager girl. Soon Amanda was naked, the cool air of the shuttle playfully tweaking her exposed nipples. She watched with rapture as Malcolm peeled off his shirt, and could not help running her fingers through his manly chest-hair. Overcome with passion, Malcolm leaned down and kissed her again and her eyes closed as his hands began exploring her tender body, one hand stroking her thigh, one hand hungrily kneading her breast, another hand lightly caressing her neck...
Amanda's eyes snapped open and she saw Christina Hendricks standing above her, her hands resting lightly on Amanda's slender neck, fingers tracing delicate lines from her earlobes to her collarbones. "Oh my, it looks like I almost missed all the fun." As Amanda opened her mouth to protest, Christina leaned down and kissed her. She tasted like strawberries and innocence and Amanda felt herself kissing back without meaning to. Malcolm seemed pleased with this development and pulled Christina Hendricks into bed with them.
Amanda, surprised and a little frightened by this unforeseen development, tried to squirm away but Malcolm held her tight in his space-pirate arms. She struggled, but Mal stretched her arms down above her head, offering Christina a full, tempting view of her exposed beauty. Christina Hendricks moaned lustily at the sight and quickly pulled off her clothes. "I know you don't think you want this," Mal whispered soothingly in Amanda's ear. "But trust me, you do." And as Christina Hendricks's dainty hands began ticklishly exploring where Mal's had, Amanda knew he was right. She let her head fall back and surrendered to the delicious sensations she was being forced to endure. I want this. Oh god, please yes, I do want this...
Mal pulled Amanda onto his lap, her sensitive back rubbing up against his bristly chest and she could feel his manhood beneath her, hot and throbbing, and she reached down to stroke him as Christina Hendricks's artful tongue found her swollen nipples. Amanda gasped with pleasure as she felt Christina's tongue travel downward, downward over her sensitive navel, past her hips and she could feel Christina's breath between her legs and as Malcolm whispered "I love you" in her ear, she arched her back and was rewarded with waves of pleasure as the tip of Christina's tongue finally touched her...
"John!"
"What! Jesus, every time, right at the good part!"
"You were doing so well too. Can you figure out on your own where it went wrong?"
"I know there was only one Christina Hendricks this time, but they never established whether they have cloning technology in the Firefly universe, and I didn't want to fuck up the continuity. You do that and the Joss Whedon fans will cripple your ass."
"John, for the last time, I do not want to have sex with Christina Hendricks! And you can't make me want it just by putting the words 'I want this, oh god please yes, I do want this,' into my mouth."
"I can do anything I want, Amanda. I'm the Writer."
Amanda's fabulous breasts suddenly burst through her tiny shirt and twin streams of single malt whiskey began spraying from her rebellious nipples.
"See? See how I just did that?"
"John, this is not funny, it's immature. This is why I can't get into your writing."
"Oh yeah? What do you have to say about that, Christina Hendricks?"
Christina Hendricks emerged from behind the bathroom door, naked except for a garment of impossible sleaziness. Amanda stood dumbfounded, all her clothes inexplicably loosening and falling to the ground beneath her.
"I think you've been unkind to your boyfriend, Amanda." Christina slinked up next to Amanda, who stood frozen in shock and undeniable bicurious lust at the sight of Christina's gorgeous body, finally up close and real. Taking a fistful of Amanda's hair in her hand, she pulled Amanda's pretty head back sharply, startling and yet strangely arousing the nubile girl. Amanda's alarm melted and was replaced with carnal excitment as she felt Christina's small teeth begin to deliver teasing nibbles to her smooth, sensitive neck. "And if there's one thing that I, Christina Hendricks, cannot stand, it's a girl who doesn't appreciate her boyfriend's talent."
"John, seriously, this is just... it's just so weird and surreal... I don't... I can't..." Her words died away as Christina pulled Amanda gently down to the bed, still holding onto her silky hair. Amanda inhibitions were the next to go as John and Christina each began lapping pure whisky from Amanda's hard, generous nipples, and as Amanda tried to protest that this was all just a silly male fantasy, John entered her, making her cry out and arc her body as waves of pleasure shuddered through her and Christina Hendricks's tongue was finally, finally, able to lightly tease and then hungrily attack Amanda's delighted, grateful clitoris, and you loved it, admit it, you loved it.
"I hate you so much."
Suddenly Amanda was seized from behind. The lights went up and Amanda saw she was surrounded by robot guards brandishing machine guns. Amanda desperately struggled, but the robot's grip could not be broken. A door opened and Amanda beheld with horror the smirking face of Sex Agent Christina Hendricks.
"I see you have fallen into my robo-trap, foolish Agent. How very predictable." Christina Hendricks slithered up so close that Amanda could feel her breath on her neck. The sensation sent shivers down Amanda's spine in spite of herself. Christina Hendricks whispered huskily in her ear, "I've waited a long time for this."
"Curse your black heart, Christina Hendricks!" Amanda launched a vicious kick at Christina Hendricks' beautiful exposed throat, but Christina Hendricks moved in a blur and caught her foot in mid-strike. Amanda gasped and tried to withdraw her leg, but Christina Hendricks' grip was like a sexy vice.
"Now, now. That won't do." She snapped her fingers and suddenly there were five identical Christina Hendricks's standing before the stupefied girl. They were all wearing garments of indescribable flimsiness. "Perhaps my army of perfectly trained sex-clones can teach you some manners."
The sex clones began to move closer to her and Amanda tried to squirm away from their touch, but it was no use. The first Christina kept her leg suspended in mid-air and soon Amanda felt herself being lifted off her other foot by another clone. Two other took her arms and held them outstretched. There was no escaping their firm, feminine grasp. The perfect copies of Chrsitina Hendricks began to nibble at Amanda's neck and at her ears and Amanda felt her herself getting light-headed.
No, no, I have to resist, Amanda thought to herself. I'm a highly trained secret agent. I can't allow myself to be seduced by five perfect copies of Christina Hendricks, no matter how good it feels when they start, whoa, okay, that's new, oh god help me...
The busty clones began reaching delicately under the material of the catsuit to run their light fingers and their red nails over the trapped agent's soft flesh. The began stripping away the skintight fabric covering her body until Amanda was left completely naked. Her skin was already covered in goosebumps from the relentless teasing when two clones lowered their full lips to Amanda's bosom and began planting delicate kisses on her heaving breasts. Two more began kissing her long, supple toes and Amanda began to feel she might explode with desire.
One of the Christinas who was not otherwise engaged began drawing soft circles around Amanda's bellybutton with her sharp nails, drawing involuntary squeaks and yelps from her pretty mouth. Amanda tried biting her lip to stifle these embarrassing sounds, but it was no use; these clones were experts. Soon a steady stream of girlish giggles was bubbling out of Amanda as all the sex-clones exploited her helpless flesh for their nefarious, sexy ends. Amanda felt her resistance weakening, and her body succumbing to their torturous attentions. She twisted and pulled, trying to bring their teasing fingers closer to her aching womanhood.
"Who sent you?" Christina demanded as she stared into Amanda's desperate brown eyes. Amanda only shook her head in defiance. Christina Hendricks grinned naughtily as she continued the soft tickling with her right hand and with her left began tracing one fingernail slowly, slowly up Amanda's quivering thigh. Amanda's body bucked with ecstasy and she cried out with delight as Christina Hendricks' finger at last touched her warm, moist...
"Okay, stop it! Stop it right there. That's enough."
"What?" I look up from my computer. "You cut me off right when it was getting to the good part."
"Oh my god. Is that what you call an erotic story?"
"No, that's what I call the erotic story, sugartits."
"Okay, for one thing, you said you were going to write a story that catered to my sexual fantasies. My fantasies for once, not yours. Remember?"
"Vividly."
"That one time I said your writing style was a little immature and goofy for my taste, you acted like a nutcase for a whole week and finally swore you'd write me the erotic novel to end all erotic novels so I'd know how wrong I'd been."
"I disagree with your interpretation of events."
"You used the phrase 'asinine butt-sucking Philistines' to describe every working novelist on the planet."
"What's your exact concern with the way your story is going so far?
"Okay, for starters: How has an army of Christina Hendricks sex-clones ever figured into my fantasies?"
"Well," I stammer, "I thought maybe they had, secretly, and you just needed a little push to finally be honest with me about your feelings. And I wanted you to know that I'm totally cool with it."
<a href="http://photobucket.com/images/christina%20hendricks" target="_blank"><img src="http://i598.photobucket.com/albums/tt63/daemons666/aaa.jpg" border="0" alt="Christina Hendricks Pictures, Images and Photos"/></a>
"For the last time, that is your fantasy. I like men. I fantasize about men."
"But honey, if I wrote about men, that would make me gay, probably. And that would make you a fag-hag. Is that what you want, Amanda? To be my platonic life-mate as I troll the streets for cock and drink Chiraz and cry on my shoulder about your failed hetero-relationships?"
"You're an idiot."
"I concede your point. Anything else?"
"The kidnapping and interrogation scenarios don't really work for me. I like my fantasies to be nicer. More romantic."
"You want your erotic fantasy to have romance in it?"
"Yes please."
"Man, I'll never understand chicks. Okay, any particular preference for who you're getting it on with in this erotic fantasy?"
"Mmm...how about Nathan Fillion?"
"The Firefly dude?"
"Yeah." Her voice is sumptuous and creamy with desire.
"Also, that's another thing. Do you really need all those overwrought adverbs? Like that one you just did, 'sumptuous and creamy,' what is that?"
"For your information, it's actually an adjective when I use it to describe your voice."
"''Whispered huskily.' 'Grinned naughtily.' Those are called 'Swifty's,' and they're a hallmark of poor fiction writing. And 'Heaving breasts?' That's such a cliche."
"A sexy cliche! You don't mess with a classic, devil-woman!"
Amanda and her heaving breasts turned and walked away, and I banged my fist furiously against the keyboard and poured myself another glass of bourbon.
---
Serenity wheeled sharply as the Alliance cruiser sent another space-missile screaming through space towards their bow. Her hull groaned in protest as Wash desperately sent the ship into a tight space-spin. The missile shot past them and exploded in a blinding flare of light.
"That was too close!" Captain Malcolm Reynolds said, and even as he said it his voice remained strangely confident and sexy.
Amanda desperately threw herself at Reynolds' feet. "Please Mal, it's me they're after! Just hand me over to them and they'll let you live!"
"Ha! I never make deal with Alliance scum, je qon ya humxin ba!"
"My Chinese isn't great, can you translate the last part of that sentence?"
"I said 'fuck them in the ears of their goat-herder fathers,' but it sounds a lot better in the original Mandarin."
"Ah."
"The point is, you're my passenger, and I'm far too honourable to hand you over to the forces of a military dictatorship for no reason! Especially since it's never been established exactly what your relationship with them is, or why they want you back so badly. I find you mysterious, and I'll be damned if anyone's going to cheat me out of the satisfaction of having all my questions answered!"
Mal had been staring intently at Amanda, enchanting her with his beautiful soulful eyes, and now he leaned in closer as if to kiss her, but an explosion threw them roughly to the ground. Actually that wouldn't have been such a bad development under most circumstances, but Jayne suddenly burst into the cockpit. Also not a bad development, depending on your point of view, but in this case he shouted, "The hull's been ruptured! We have to abandon ship!" Amanda punched the worthless ship in frustration and it let out an angry hiss.
The passengers and crew made their way to the two evacuation shuttles, and by an extraordinary coincidence Wash, Jayne, Zoe, Kaylee, Inara, Simon, River, and Book all headed for one shuttle, while Malcolm and Amanda ended up alone on the other.
After setting course for the nearest inhabited planet, Malcolm Reynolds reclined in his chair. "Now there's nothing to do but wait," he said. "The nearest planet is weeks away, and we're too far from any shipping lanes to ever be discovered. We may starve out here. In fact I'll level with you, most science fiction doesn't really address this, but if things get tight we'll almost certainly have to resort to cannibalism before this is over. "
"Oh Mal, do you really think so?"
"No. I'm just saying those things because I'm afraid of being overwhelmed by my feelings for you."
Amanda's heart leapt as Malcolm Reynolds pulled her close to him. "Mal, please, we shouldn't..." she whispered softly as she turned her head to the side. She couldn't help smelling the rugged scent of sweat and courage on his shirt, and it threatened to overwhelm her girlish senses. When she felt his lips brush against her neck and felt his stubble tickle her collarbone, she felt her knees getting weak.
Mal was through being coy and, seeing Amanda tremble at his touch, he turned her head back and kissed her roughly. Her body resisted for only an instant, and then she sunk into his arms. Mal swept her up as if she weighed no more than a child and carried her into the back of the shuttle. He laid her down on the silk-sheeted king-sized bed that happened to be conveniently located in this particular shuttle.
"Ha, come to think of it, this is Inara's old place." He laughed and began expertly undressing the eager girl. Soon Amanda was naked, the cool air of the shuttle playfully tweaking her exposed nipples. She watched with rapture as Malcolm peeled off his shirt, and could not help running her fingers through his manly chest-hair. Overcome with passion, Malcolm leaned down and kissed her again and her eyes closed as his hands began exploring her tender body, one hand stroking her thigh, one hand hungrily kneading her breast, another hand lightly caressing her neck...
Amanda's eyes snapped open and she saw Christina Hendricks standing above her, her hands resting lightly on Amanda's slender neck, fingers tracing delicate lines from her earlobes to her collarbones. "Oh my, it looks like I almost missed all the fun." As Amanda opened her mouth to protest, Christina leaned down and kissed her. She tasted like strawberries and innocence and Amanda felt herself kissing back without meaning to. Malcolm seemed pleased with this development and pulled Christina Hendricks into bed with them.
Amanda, surprised and a little frightened by this unforeseen development, tried to squirm away but Malcolm held her tight in his space-pirate arms. She struggled, but Mal stretched her arms down above her head, offering Christina a full, tempting view of her exposed beauty. Christina Hendricks moaned lustily at the sight and quickly pulled off her clothes. "I know you don't think you want this," Mal whispered soothingly in Amanda's ear. "But trust me, you do." And as Christina Hendricks's dainty hands began ticklishly exploring where Mal's had, Amanda knew he was right. She let her head fall back and surrendered to the delicious sensations she was being forced to endure. I want this. Oh god, please yes, I do want this...
Mal pulled Amanda onto his lap, her sensitive back rubbing up against his bristly chest and she could feel his manhood beneath her, hot and throbbing, and she reached down to stroke him as Christina Hendricks's artful tongue found her swollen nipples. Amanda gasped with pleasure as she felt Christina's tongue travel downward, downward over her sensitive navel, past her hips and she could feel Christina's breath between her legs and as Malcolm whispered "I love you" in her ear, she arched her back and was rewarded with waves of pleasure as the tip of Christina's tongue finally touched her...
"John!"
"What! Jesus, every time, right at the good part!"
"You were doing so well too. Can you figure out on your own where it went wrong?"
"I know there was only one Christina Hendricks this time, but they never established whether they have cloning technology in the Firefly universe, and I didn't want to fuck up the continuity. You do that and the Joss Whedon fans will cripple your ass."
"John, for the last time, I do not want to have sex with Christina Hendricks! And you can't make me want it just by putting the words 'I want this, oh god please yes, I do want this,' into my mouth."
"I can do anything I want, Amanda. I'm the Writer."
Amanda's fabulous breasts suddenly burst through her tiny shirt and twin streams of single malt whiskey began spraying from her rebellious nipples.
"See? See how I just did that?"
"John, this is not funny, it's immature. This is why I can't get into your writing."
"Oh yeah? What do you have to say about that, Christina Hendricks?"
Christina Hendricks emerged from behind the bathroom door, naked except for a garment of impossible sleaziness. Amanda stood dumbfounded, all her clothes inexplicably loosening and falling to the ground beneath her.
"I think you've been unkind to your boyfriend, Amanda." Christina slinked up next to Amanda, who stood frozen in shock and undeniable bicurious lust at the sight of Christina's gorgeous body, finally up close and real. Taking a fistful of Amanda's hair in her hand, she pulled Amanda's pretty head back sharply, startling and yet strangely arousing the nubile girl. Amanda's alarm melted and was replaced with carnal excitment as she felt Christina's small teeth begin to deliver teasing nibbles to her smooth, sensitive neck. "And if there's one thing that I, Christina Hendricks, cannot stand, it's a girl who doesn't appreciate her boyfriend's talent."
"John, seriously, this is just... it's just so weird and surreal... I don't... I can't..." Her words died away as Christina pulled Amanda gently down to the bed, still holding onto her silky hair. Amanda inhibitions were the next to go as John and Christina each began lapping pure whisky from Amanda's hard, generous nipples, and as Amanda tried to protest that this was all just a silly male fantasy, John entered her, making her cry out and arc her body as waves of pleasure shuddered through her and Christina Hendricks's tongue was finally, finally, able to lightly tease and then hungrily attack Amanda's delighted, grateful clitoris, and you loved it, admit it, you loved it.
"I hate you so much."
