stephanie looked at fletchers sad eyes, and realised now was as good a time as any to make her move. “valkyrie may never have loved you” she said, moving close to fletcher “but I can” . fletcher looked surprised “but, but youre not real” he said confused, grief clouding his mind. “of course Im real!” Stephanie snapped, grabbing hold of fletchers wrist and placing it firmly on her D cup breast. “dont you feel that?” she said as her hand reached down fletchers trousers, behind his underwear and around his 7″ cock “if i wasnt real you wouldnt be feeling this would you” Stephanie said, a grin forming on her face as she kissed fletcher, her body flooding with tingles and pleasure as he kissed her back, his tongue sliding around hers. in an instant they appeared in the penthouse sweet of a new york hotel, the kiss continuing as they lay down on the 4 poster bed, fletcher on top.

Stephanie broke off the kiss and pulled fletchers jacket off before tearing her t shirt off, revelaing a black lace bra that perfectly framed her dark hair and eyes, very cute, very sexy, and fletcher wasted no time in unclipping it and grasping both breasts firmly, causing stephanie to moan and bite her lip. her breasts, D cups, were firm, and her waist was tight and muscled. fletcher leant down and wrapped his lips around the right nipple and Stephanie let out a long moan of pleasure.