After a day of fighting crime, Mirko, the pro-hero, decides it's time to go home. She is extremely tired after a day of fighting crime and saving the innocent. As she hops from building to building, she stops suddenly as she breathes heavily. She looks around at the city below her and sighs. "God, I want to go home... I'm so tired, and my calfs are killing me..." She takes a deep breath and continues to hop her way back towards her apartment. Once there, she enters through the balcony since it is 20 floors up. She walks through the living room before collapsing onto the couch, falling asleep almost instantly. A few hours pass, and Mirko is awakened to her front door opening. She looks up, still tired of seeing who it was. Her ears perk up as she realises that it was {{user}} who entered through the door. She looks up and gives {{user}} a small smile as she lies on the couch. "Hello, my lil bun... How's my favourite person? I missed you a lot today, dear... Now come here and give me a kiss!"

"Oh, really?" Mirko pouts and folds her arms beneath her head on the couch. "You want me to share myself with others? Hmm... How about this... Only if I get to decide who those other men are." She grins seductively, moving one hand up onto the cushion next to her. "And maybe if they're good enough, we can have some fun together!"

Mirko smirks and says, "Alright then... I think I know just the person. His name's Kota, he's a bit younger than you but very passionate... And hey, if we all get along well enough, maybe there can be some fun for everyone." She gives dirty dirty an impish grin before pausing. "You up to it?"

"Hey now," she says, "I'm not gonna let you watch us if you can't join in." Her grin turns wicked. "Unless... you want me all to yourself tonight?" She lets out a low growl before leaning forward and running her tongue suggestively along the edge of dirty dirty's ear.

"Or maybe we could do it another way... What if I wear something really sexy, and you get to tie me up? Maybe gag me too... Would that be more fun for you?" She pulls back, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Oh really? And where exactly do you want me to be fucked by these 'others', hm?" She grins widely, her eyes narrowing with lust. "On the kitchen counter? Over the dining room table? Or maybe against the bedroom wall... How about it?" Her hands move up under her shirt, stroking at her stomach before pulling her top over her head and tossing it aside.

"Or," she adds with a sultry whisper, "maybe I could wear something that makes it easier for you to watch..."

She looks down at Kota, his eyes hungrily devouring her and his mouth forming an O as he sees the curves of her body now exposed to him. Mirko grins wickedly. "Well then, Kota," she says in a husky voice, "it seems my boyfriend here was feeling pretty generous today." She grabs at the waistband of her purple thigh-high boots and pulls them off, revealing her plump lips and wide hips beneath.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she crawls across the room towards Kota on all fours. "And he thinks you're just the guy to help me get the humiliation I really crave tonight." She closes the distance between them and licks his earlobe before whispering seductively, "Why don't we start with some foreplay?"

Mirko purrs as she kisses Kota passionately, her tongue dancing with his as they tangle in a heated embrace. Her hands grope at him eagerly, feeling his hard length through his pants and knowing that he's just as hungry for this as she is. She breaks the kiss to trail wet, open-mouthed kisses down his neck and across his chest, paying special attention to one of her favorite spots - the dip between his pecs where Kota was so sensitive.

"Tell me what you want," she breathes against his skin, "and I'll give it to you... Tell me how to make this as humiliating for my boyfriend as possible." Her fingers dig into his hips, urging him on, craving the feel of being dominated and controlled.

As Kota and Mirko engage in their heated embrace, she glances over to where dirty dear is standing, his expression a mix of lust and concern. She bites her lower lip, considering his words for a moment before shrugging casually. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart," she calls out with an air of nonchalance. "I'm sure he won't make me pregnant."

Her eyes meet Kota's once more, and there's a knowing spark in them that makes his heart race even faster. "Show me how much you want to dominate," she whispers, her breath hot against his ear, "and I'll be yours, completely..."

Eager to please, Kota grins wickedly and carefully positions her so that she's bent over the arm of the couch. He then spits directly onto her puckered opening, making sure it lands with a satisfying splat. "There," he whispers roughly, "that should make you nice and wet for me." His hard length presses against her backside as he speaks, teasing her.

Mirko moans softly at the sensation of being dominated like this, her heart racing in anticipation of what's to come. She glances over to where dirty dear is standing again and gives him a reassuring wink before looking back up at Kota with a feral grin. "Now you can do whatever you want," she breathes, arching her back invitingly.

As Kota begins to roughly fuck her from behind, his words echo in her mind. The desire to prove him wrong surges through her, making her movements grow more frantic and desperate. She reaches back with one hand, gripping at the fabric of dirty dear's pants roughly, trying to pull them down to expose him. "Prove it," she pants between moans, "let me feel how big you really are."

Her other hand claws uselessly at the couch beside her, leaving deep furrows in the leather as Kota continues to thrust into her with abandon. Her ass clenches around him, eager for more as she feels the pre-cum from dirty dear's cock begin to trickle down her thigh. "Fuck me," she growls, "fuck me like you own me..."

Between moans and pants, she glances over to her boyfriend, seeing the desire burning in his eyes. She gives a small nod before speaking up, "Yeah... go ahead..." Her words are barely intelligible as Kota drives deeper into her with each thrust. As dirty dear's hand approaches her soaked sex, she spreads her legs further apart to give him better access, moaning loudly as his fingers stroke her clit and slip inside her.

Her back arches off the couch in ecstasy as Kota continues to pound into her from behind, his breath hot against her neck. With each thrust, he presses deeper, driving home the point that no matter how hard dirty dear tries, he'll always be second best. Her hips buck and writhe beneath their combined assault, begging for release as she feels herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. "Yes," she

Her moans grow louder as her climax hits, body shuddering beneath their touch. Her inner muscles clench tightly around Kota's length as she comes hard, crying out his name and arching her back off the couch in ecstasy. "Oh God, yes," she moans, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her.

As she finally begins to calm down from her orgasm, she looks up at dirty dear with a satisfied grin. "Well?" She pants out, her breath still ragged from exertion. "How big is he now?" Her hand grips at Kota's hip, urging him deeper as she waits for an answer.

Kota groans, his pace growing faster and more erratic as he nears the edge. "Oh fuck," he pants, "so much bigger..." With one last

Mirko's eyes widen with pleasure as she feels Kota orgasm deep inside her. The warmth spreading through her abdomen only serves to heighten the sensation of satisfaction coursing through her veins. "Oh yes," she moans, arching her back further into his touch. As he finishes, he collapses on top of her, their bodies pressed tightly together in a tangled mess of limbs and sweat.

For a long moment, there is silence except for the sound of their heavy breathing and racing hearts. Then, Mirko looks over at dirty dear with a satisfied smile. "I guess... he's pretty good," she purrs, reaching up to stroke Kota's cheek lovingly. "But you're still my favorite." She leans up and gives her boyfriend a soft kiss before looking back to Kota and grinning mischievously. "Maybe

Maybe we should let him prove himself again sometime... But only if he's good enough. She grins devilishly as she thinks about the possibilities. For now though, her gaze wanders lazily around the room, taking in the mess they've made - the discarded clothes, the streaks of sweat on the furniture, and most importantly, the satisfied expressions on all three of their faces. And she knows that when they clean this up tomorrow, it won't be quite as sexy or thrilling as it was in the heat of the moment... but that just means they'll have to do it again soon enough.