𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑.

his adrian was quick to pull his utility belt free, letting the bottom half of his suit fall to the floor in a pile. meanwhile, vigilante was slapping his cock down across his tongue — before slamming forward, stuffing his throat full. smacking at his cheek. that’s a good bitch!

a smile growing on his vigilante’s face as he finally gets some attention, humping that hand like a dog. meanwhile, the other is forcing chris’ face into his taint and dragging him forward. along his balls, and to the tip of his cock. tongue out, big guy. arch that ass too.

the original vig’s face is twisted in discomfort, while the new one is thriving. bouncing up and down on his heels, teabagging his sworn enemy’s mouth with an eager laugh. might just keep you down there, tonguing me from balls to taint!

the first vig is pouting, while the second is grabbing for chris’ chin to pull him close — smothering his face in his balls. the peacemaker in your universe is a cockslut? that’s so fucking cool!

the original vig is swatting at his shoulders with a whine. come on, that doesn’t mean anything!

that was the first thing they compared! vig 2’s balls are a little bigger, but that’s the only real difference.

what are you talking about? this is, like, your dream come true! what could be better than double your favorite person?

that’s what you’ll be screaming allllll night, baby! one of these vigilantes loves him, one of ‘em has been hate-jerking it to him for years!

— two vigilantes are 𝙒𝘼𝙔 fucking better than one!

adrian’s feeling bold today. with one last kiss, he’s shoving chris forward and taking a step back. hands proudly on his waist, standing tall. strip for me then. strip for your man — and put on a show while you do! i wanna see those cheeks bouncing, baby!

teeth sinking into the hero’s neck and sucking, just enough to leave a small mark . . . before he’s kissing across his jaw and tongue-fucking his mouth. hands squeezing at his chest eagerly. i don’t tell anyone you’d rather be my pretty housewife than a big strong hero.

hands shooting up to grope at each pec, pulling him close. diving towards his neck, open-mouthed kiss allowing him to lick a stripe across his skin. i’ll keep your secret, don’t worry. i keep all your secrets.

hell yeah, i’ve been studying your pussy since the first day we met! you may fuck other dudes, but i know you better than any of ‘em. i know how to make you whine & whimper, and i know how you cute you get when i kiss your neck.

doggy style in front of the mirror so you can watch how hot you look getting slam-fucked. sometimes i swear that you forget i’m there. not that i mind!

i told you, dude. i know everything about your body. in & out.

duh. black, so it matches your fishnets and your heels.

i would say you just keep your tits in my face, but i guess i would be an expert on your rack. just quiz me! i know everything there is to know about your tits. your whole body, really.

i’m not sure! do you have balls? i’ve never seen them. boobs, butt, eyes . . . two feet?

five pairs then! and counting! 🤓

four pairs! my eyes, my boobs, my balls, and my butts. duh.