“Aren’t you a mutant?” the Prof. “Your little spectacle out there!” “Oh, that. Sex The Prof. X asks. Logan is occasionally groaning deep, in fact if sounded more like a growl. She heads to the main office, she knows they are in there having a meeting, not expecting, smirking she enters. She walks towards the bed before answering, “What was what?” He aggressively walks to her and bares the claws on his right hand. “Aren’t you a mutant?” the Prof. Logan takes this as a cue and goes faster. boner. now.” And she does remove the block. While she says this she unhooks her bra using telekinesis, aware Logan was watching. He pumps twice more before flipping her over and doing her doggy-style. “Getting ready for bed, love.” He had an obvious boner and Ivy definitely noticed. She heads to the main office, she knows they are in there having a meeting, not expecting, smirking she enters. Ivy lands lightly, his gaze following her. Ivy had been facing Logan, standing in between him and the Prof.’s desk. “My name is Ivy. She then puts her legs around his waist. Logan stands there dumbfounded at what had just transpired and still breathing heavily. A tight t-shirt, tight pants (like leggings), and simple flats being her attire.
