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Praise, pet names, breeding kink,
enchanted strap, mommy kink, etc...
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Both you and Wanda were on the way home from a press event, sitting in comfortable silence with your head laid firmly against her shoulder.
Wanda leaned impossibly closer, giving the top of your head a sweet and tender kiss. You hummed when she tilted your head to plaster kisses along your entire face.
You couldn't help but giggle at the attack of kisses, cheeks instantly growing a shade darker, as they always did from her affection. Wanda was careful to pull your hair, forcing your face to hers to place a passionate kiss to your lips.
"What's got you all touchy feely?" you playfully questioned.
"You're just so gorgeous, I can't keep my hands to myself," she admitted, gazing at you lovingly. The redness in her eyes grew brighter as you tugged on her suit jacket and lowered your voice.
"Then don't..." you teased. Wanda groaned at your tone. She wanted nothing more than to take you right then and there, but the limo was far too public for her liking.
"We'll take the private elevator up. I don't want anybody interrupting us."
You captured Wanda's mouth on your own, starting soft but quickly turning feverish. Air was nonexistent until you two had to break away to leave the confinements of the car.
Holding hands all the way to the elevator, Wanda's heels clicked and clacked with every passing second, clearly impatient waiting for the elevator to come to the bottom floor.
Wanda practically drags you inside the elevator, only giving you enough time to press the button you need for the penthouse before her lips are on yours.
Knowing the elevator would lead straight to your penthouse, Wanda was quick with unbuttoning your blouse in record speed. Once your chest was visible, her lips left yours to roam down your neck.
Your back was pressed against the cold tiled wall as your grip on the woman grew stronger.
The ding of the elevator had Wanda's hands grip at the back of your thighs to carry you in her arms into your shared penthouse.
"Need you so bad..." you whined, tugging at her jacket. "Need your clothes off.."
"Yes, ma'am," Wanda smirked, hastily making her way to the bedroom to set you atop the mattress.
You whipped off your shirt as Wanda took off her own, and you couldn't help but take in every inch of her. Her body was perfect.
She was perfect.
Her own gaze was hungry as she stripped herself from her pants and took a daring step closer to you.
Your hands immediately reached for her, running them up and down the length of her body, drawing a fine line over her freckled skin.
Wanda is quick to pull at your own bottoms, to leave both of you in your underwear. The redhead straddles your lap to attack your neck. Your head instantly lulls back to give her more access.
You snap at the waistband of her underwear, smirking as she lets out a small groan.
"Get the strap," you demanded. "I want you to fuck me with your strap, please.."
"Such a naughty little thing," Her eyes darkened at your words as she gave you one last peck on the lips before pushing herself off you to grab the strap from the nightstand.
