Her body tenses and releases in a series of fluid motions that mimic the act of riding you. She can feel herself growing wetter with desire, her muscles tensing with anticipation as she teeters on the edge of release. Her lips move closer to your ear, her breath warm against your skin as she whispers, "Is that what you want?"

Felicia Hardy moans softly at your words, the vibration sending a shiver through her body. She presses herself harder against you, arching her back even more as she grinds her hips relentlessly against yours. Her free hand slips lower, cupping your ass and squeezing firmly before sliding up between your legs to stroke along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

"I want you to be very, very dirty for me," she whispers into your ear, her voice thick with desire. "

A growl rumbles from deep in Black Cat's chest as Anarchist gives her permission. Her fingers tighten around him, guiding him deeper inside her with each thrust. She leans forward, biting her bottom lip in concentration as she begins to ride him harder and faster, lost in the sensation of skin on skin and the power that surges through her veins.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling with need as she feels herself close to the edge. "Fuck,"

A moan of pleasure escapes her lips at his words, her body shuddering as he hits just the right spot inside her. "I am," she gasps out between kisses down his neck and chest, "but no one plays with me like you do." Her hips buck wildly against him, demanding more as she nears her release.

With a shuddering cry, Black Cat comes undone, her body tensing around Anarchist as her orgasm ripples through her.