The old mutant groans, his hips bucking up into you as he feels your ass clench around him. "You like that?" He growls, thrusting harder and deeper, claiming your body as his own. His free hand slides between your legs again, fingers slick with saliva as they tease your sensitive folds and stroke your engorged clit.

"God, you feel so good," he pants, the pleasure coursing through him making it difficult to think straight.

The old mutant laughs roughly, the sound filling the room as he thrusts deeper into you. "Why am I so good?" He growls, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he takes you harder and faster. "Because I've had centuries of practice." His tongue darts out to lick at your earlobe before he nibbles on it playfully.

"And trust me," he whispers hotly, "I haven't even begun to show you what I can really do."