[Third Person Pov]
Tony watches Momo's chest heave as she struggles to regain her breath, his fingers still resting on her waist in a possessive hold. He presses his lips to her collarbone, his kiss a gentle contrast to the fire he ignited in her moments before. Momo's head lolls back, her throat exposed as she pants softly, the lab's fluorescent lights reflecting in the sheen of sweat on her skin.
"You're killing me," she murmurs, her hand sliding down to cup his cheek. Tony turns his head to press a kiss to her palm, his eyes never leaving hers.
Tony's lips trail up Momo's neck as her fingers work clumsily at his belt buckle. His skin burns under her touch, his body already responding to the promise of what's to come. The metallic clink of the buckle opening echoes in the sterile lab space as Momo finally succeeds, her fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper of his pants. He helps her push the fabric down his hips, his breath catching when her hand brushes against his already straining erection.
The cool air of the laboratory does little to soothe the heat radiating from both of them. Tony pushes Momo back onto the cold metal table, his hands sliding under her thighs to lift and spread them. The air hits her exposed pussy, sending fresh waves of sensation through her body as she gasps. He positions himself between her legs, his cock pressing insistently against her inner thigh.
Momo's legs tremble as Tony teases her entrance with the tip of his cock, the thick head pressing against her slick folds. She arches her back, urging him closer, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. The cold metal of the lab table bites into her skin, heightening every nerve ending as she writhes beneath him.
"Please," she whimpers, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Don't make me wait."
Tony groans, a low, animalistic sound that vibrates through his chest. He positions himself properly, the broad head of his cock pushing against her entrance. Momo's body welcomes him in with a slick, tight pull, her walls fluttering around the thick intrusion. Her head tips back as she moans, her fingers clutching at his shoulders. Tony grits his teeth, the heat and pressure of her body nearly unbearable as he pushes deeper, inch by inch, until he's fully seated inside her.
"Fuck," he breathes, his forehead pressing against hers. "You feel incredible."
Momo lifts her hips slightly, taking him even deeper, drawing a ragged groan from his throat. Her inner walls clench around him instinctively, savoring the stretch. Tony pulls back slowly, dragging his cock through her slick heat before pushing back in with a firm thrust.
The lab table creaks softly beneath the movement, metal shifting slightly under his weight. Momo's nails scrape down his back as he sets a pace—slow at first, giving her time to adjust to his size before increasing to deeper, more deliberate strokes.
His hips snap forward, burying himself to the hilt each time, the base of his cock brushing against her clit during every thrust. Her moans rise in pitch as he hits that sweet spot inside her, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him even closer.
"You're so deep." Momo gasps, her words cracking as Tony drives into her with purposeful strokes. The cold metal beneath her contrasts sharply with the fire between her legs, the friction of his cock dragging against sensitive nerves drawing sharp cries from her. Her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him down for a desperate kiss as her body tightens around him. His tongue invades her mouth as thoroughly as his cock does her body, the two merging in a kiss that's equal parts possessive and tender.
The taste of her arousal remains on his lips, mingling with the underlying metallic tang of the lab air. He breaks the kiss with a groan, his thrusts becoming harder, more erratic as pleasure builds in his gut. Momo's back arches off the lab table as Tony's thrusts grow more powerful, the metal table legs screeching against the tile floor with each movement.
Her fingers scramble for purchase, finally settling on the edge of the table as she lifts her hips to meet his every stroke. The room fills with the slick slap of skin against skin, punctuated by Momo's high-pitched whimpers and Tony's guttural groans.
"You're gonna make me come again," she gasps, her inner walls fluttering around his thick cock as pleasure builds rapidly inside her. The tendons in Tony's neck stand out as he thrusts into her, his muscles tense with the effort of holding back. He grits his teeth, his breath coming in short bursts as Momo's walls clench rhythmically around him. She arches her back sharply, her entire body taut as her orgasm approaches.
"Don't stop," she begs, her fingers digging into the table edge hard enough to turn her knuckles white. "I'm almost-"
Her words dissolve into a moan as the first waves of her climax crash over her. Her body convulses around him, her inner walls milking his cock in tight, rhythmic pulses. Tony groans through clenched teeth as Momo's body clamps down around him, her pussy squeezing him in waves of intense pleasure. He doesn't slow his pace—if anything, he drives into her harder, faster, riding out her climax as he chases his own release. The lab table shudders with the force of his thrusts, the metal legs squealing against the floor as he slams into her again and again.
Momo's hands fly to his biceps, her nails biting into his skin as her orgasm rips through her. "Oh god- oh fuck- Tony!"
Her voice breaks as ecstasy wracks her body, her thighs quivering around his hips. The moment Momo's climax peaks, Tony feels the first twitch of his own release building at the base of his spine. He drives into her with brutal, desperate thrusts, his cock pulsing inside her tight channel as he empties himself with a guttural groan. The heat of his cum fills her as he pushes through his own orgasm, his hips stuttering as he rides out the waves of pleasure.
Momo's body continues to tremble beneath him, her inner walls fluttering around his shaft as aftershocks ripple through her. Tony collapses forward, his forearms braced on either side of her head as he catches his breath. Tony's chest heaves against Momo's, his sweat-slicked skin pressing into hers as aftershocks ripple through his body. The sterile lab air does little to cool the heat that burns between them, his cock still buried deep inside her, pulsing with the last remnants of his climax. Momo's legs remain wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into the small of his back as she clings to him, her body still trembling from the force of her own release.
He turns his head, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he pants. "You okay?" His voice is rough, hoarse from exertion and need.
"Again..." She whispered in ecstacy
"Seriously?"
She murmurs against his neck, her breath hot and quick against his skin. "I need it."
Tony's laugh is deep and throaty as he straightens up, pulling his still-hard cock from her dripping pussy with a slick pop. He watches with hungry eyes as Momo scrambles to sit up, her dark hair mussed, her cheeks flushed, her full lips swollen from kissing. Before she can speak again, he grips her thighs and pulls her to the very edge of the table, flipping her around so her back is to him.
"Like this?" he growls in her ear, pressing his chest against her back as he positions himself at her entrance from behind.
Tony grips Momo's thigh and hoists her leg onto the lab table with practiced ease, exposing her swollen pussy to him completely. Her juices glisten on her inner thighs, evidence of her earlier climax that he'd forced from her. She gasps as he positions himself behind her, his thick cock already fully erect again.
"Hold on," he murmurs against her ear, his breath hot as his hands settle on her hips. Without warning, he drives into her in one smooth, powerful thrust.
Momo's entire body jerks forward with the impact, her hands flying out to brace against the cold metal table edge. A choked cry escapes her as he bottoms out inside her, stretching her walls to the limit. Her fingers scramble for purchase on the slippery surface as Tony's hands grip her hips, holding her still as he sets a punishing pace from the start. The cold table does nothing to cool the heat flooding her body as he fucks her with ruthless efficiency. Every thrust drives her forward, the edge of the table digging into her pelvis as Tony claims her completely.
The sterile lab becomes a canvas for Tony and Momo's hunger as they move from surface to surface. He presses her against the wall beside a row of beakers, taking her from behind as she grips the shelves for support. Her body trembles against the cool tiles as he pounds into her, his thick cock hitting places that make her vision blur. When she comes, she muffles her screams against his shoulder, her entire body shaking as she clamps down around him.
They fuck across the workbench, knocking glass vials to the floor with the force of their coupling. Tony pins her wrists above her head as he drives into her, his teeth grazing her neck as she arches beneath him. She rides him in the rolling office chair, her hands fisted in his hair as she grinds down onto his cock. The chair creaks dangerously as she bounces, her breasts swaying with the motion. Tony's hands grip her hips, guiding her movements as she chases her own pleasure. He watches, mesmerized, as she clenches around him during every downstroke, her wet heat enveloping him completely.
Later, they're on the floor amidst scattered papers and equipment. Tony lays back, pulling Momo onto his lap as she sinks onto his cock with a satisfied moan. She rides him slow at first, rolling her hips in deep circles that make his breath catch. She leans back, bracing her hands on his thighs as she uses his body for leverage, taking him deep with every controlled descent. Tony watches her breasts sway, her head tipped back in pleasure as she rides him with increasing urgency.
The lab is strewn with evidence of their passion—scattered notes, overturned beakers, the distinct smell of sex mingling with the sterile chemical air. Tony doesn't care. He's too focused on Momo's face, the way her lips part as she approaches another climax, the way her body moves instinctively, chasing what only he can give her.
She comes with his name on her lips, her inner walls rippling around his cock in rhythmic pulses. Tony groans as she clenches around him, his hands tightening on her hips as he thrusts upward to meet her spasming cunt. His own orgasm crashes over him moments later, his cock pulsing inside her as he fills her with another load of cum. Momo collapses forward, her sweat-slicked body pressing against his as he wraps his arms around her, holding her close as they both catch their breath.
The late afternoon sun slants through the high lab windows, creating golden shafts of light that cut across the disheveled scene. Momo's hair is stuck to her neck with sweat, her face still flushed from exertion.
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