Gamora Fucks Star-Lord Hard Aboard the Milano – Gnardians of the Galaxy SC1

Gamora, the deadly and dazzling green-skinned assassin, stood defiantly in the cockpit of the Friday, her skimpy green bodysuit hugging every tantalizing curve. The melodic pop tunes of Star-Lord’s classic mix blared through the speaker, setting the tone for an epic space adventure – and the epic shagging that was about to ensue.

Peter Quill, the charismatic space-hopping rogue known as Star-Lord, sauntered in with a swagger and a smirk, his silver-star-cloaked figure exuding sex appeal. “Ooh, baby,” he purred, “I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you and that smoking hot body all day.”

Gamora shot him a withering look. “Stow it, Quill. We’ve got a job to do.” But even as she spoke, her eyes flickered to his firm chest, broad shoulders, and that devilishly handsome face. Damn him for being so irresistible.

Star-Lord closed the distance between them in two long strides, his magnetic pull impossible to resist. “Baby, we ain’t gonna get paid unless we deliver the goods… and I’ve got some goods I’d love to give you,” he growled, pulling her flush against him.

Gamora gasped as she felt the rock-hard evidence of his arousal pressing against her. “You cocky bastard,” she breathed, before capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Their tongues danced and sparred, each trying to dominate the other.

Quill’s hands roamed her body, squeezing and caressing the abundant flesh spilling out of her bodysuit. His fingers toyed with the zipper at the front, slowly tugging it down to reveal the tantalizing valley of her cleavage.

Breaking the kiss, Gamora nipped at his throat, her sharp teeth grazing his pulse point. “I’m gonna rock your world, pretty boy,” she purred, shoving him back towards the pilot’s chair. Peter complied eagerly, his tight pants doing little to contain his throbbing erection.

Gamora knelt before him, her green eyes alight with lust. Her skilled fingers undid his pants, freeing his massive cock. She licked her lips hungrily at the sight, wrapping a hand around his girth. Peter groaned, his hips rocking forward, seeking more of that delicious friction.

“Fuck, Gamora,” he gasped as she began to pump her fist along his shaft. “Your hand feels so good.”

She looked up at him from under her lashes, her tongue darting out to lap at the bead of pre-cum on his tip. “Wait till you feel my mouth, baby,” she cooed, before taking him deep. Her tongue swirled around his head, then flat against the underside of his cock as she bobbed up and down.

Peter’s head lolled back against the chair, a low moan rumbling in his chest. “Holy shit, Gamora. Your mouth… it’s incredible.”

She purred around his dick, sending delicious vibrations through him. Her hand worked in tandem with her mouth, twisting and pumping as she sucked. Peter’s balls tightened, his orgasm building fast.

“Not yet, stud,” Gamora chided, pulling off him with a lewd pop. “I’ve got other plans for this beast,” she said, waggling his spit-slick cock.

Rising to her feet, she turned and bent over the control panel, wiggling her ass at him invitingly. “Come on, Quill. Show me how a real man fucks.”

Peter was on her in a flash, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He ripped her bodysuit down the back, revealing the toned globes of her ass. Spreading her cheeks, he teased her entrance with the tip of his cock, coating himself in her damp arousal.

Gamora mewled impatiently. “Stop teasing and give it to me hard,” she demanded, grinding back against him. That was all the encouragement Peter needed. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her wet heat.

“Fuck yes,” Gamora cried out, relishing the delicious stretch and burn of his shaft splitting her open. He started thrusting forcefully, his hips smacking against her ass as he took her hard and fast.

The pleasure was intense, almost overwhelming. Every thick inch of him dragged along her walls, hitting all the right spots. Gamora pushed back to meet his rough fucking, moaning shamelessly.

“Your pussy feels so good around my cock,” Peter grunted, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises. “So fucking tight and wet.”

He changed his angle, drilling directly into her g-spot. Gamora saw stars, her slick cunt clamping down on him rhythmically. “Yes, Peter! Don’t stop!” she keened, her own hand snaking between her legs to rub tight circles on her clit.

Her impending orgasm built quickly, the tension coiling in her core. “I’m gonna come,” she warned breathlessly, her hips moving erratically as she chased her release. “Fuck, I’m coming!”

Her pussy spasmed violently around Peter’s cock as she came hard, screaming her pleasure to the empty cockpit. The sudden vice-like grip on his shaft drove Peter over the edge too. With a guttural shout, he slammed into her one final time, his cock pulsing as he emptied his load deep inside her.

They collapsed together, Peter’s chest heaving against Gamora’s back as they caught their breath. Slowly, he eased out of her, his softening cock slipping free with a wet sound. Gamora whimpered at the loss, her used hole gaping obscenely.

“Well, that was quite the flight,” Peter quipped, tucking himself back into his pants. “But we’ve still got a mission to complete. Think you can focus enough to help interrogate that suspect now?”

Gamora flashed him a wicked grin, reaching for the half-empty bottle of whiskey on the instrument panel. “Oh, I’ll make them talk. And when we’re done, I say we crack open this bottle and make our own fireworks.” She took a swig, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Whaddya say, hotshot?”

Peter let loose a delighted bark of laughter. “I say you’ve got yourself a deal, sweet cheeks.” Their bracelets chimed with a new mission alert. “Looks like those freelancers we were looking for were tracked to an abandoned shipyard on Titan. How about we go finish this job and then really tempt fate with some off-the-charts clandestine shenanigans?”

With a smirk, Gamora zipped up her bodysuit and tossed Star-Lord his gun. “Let’s go grab an ambrosia, get our dirty deeds and then go deliriously balls-deep in some more graboids as only a couple of space-sлаг castaways can.”