Herb is working in his lab and he's on his back, his head and shoulders beneath a machine. Doing repairs or building something new. Wearing a t-shirt and his tight jeans.
Scarlet walks in and sees his lanky body and long legs sticking out. His t-shirt is clinging to his sweaty body.
Her breath hitches. She's gotta hit that. So she bends down and unbuckles his jeans. Herb doesn't need much stimulation from her hands to get him ready. She flings off her panties and settles down onto him. He sinks into her with a low moan and grasps her by the hips.
They enjoy an intense coupling with many quick, hard thrusts. Herb stays under the machine the whole time, lending the encounter a bit of mystery, almost like they're two strangers having a forbidden tryst. Their loud gasps echo about the lab as they explosively climax at the same time. Then she cleans him off with a rag and buckles his pants back up.
Still under the machine, Herb says, "Thanks, babe."
As Scarlet sashays away, she says sweetly, "Anytime."
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Far Out!
FanficA collection of random ideas and my (occasionally racy) headcanon about Scarlet and Herb Overkill. New content will appear as the mood strikes.
