As the crimson-clad Valkyrie descended upon me, her masked face inches from mine, I could feel the anticipation coursing through my veins like liquid fire. Her hot breath tickled my skin as she whispered a promise in my ear: "I've got a fetish for dirty boys, and you're about to get a face full of it." With that, she claimed me with her lips, her tongue plunging down my throat with the ferocity of a thousand suns. Her fingers danced across my chest, sending shivers down my spine as she undid the buttons of my pants and released my hard, throbbing cock. Gwenpool's mouth wrapped around me like a crimson shroud, her lips moving in perfect sync with the pistoning motion of my hips as I thrust into her. Her mask slipped just enough to reveal the corners of her mouth, curled up in a wicked smile that belied the passion and hunger burning behind those red lenses. As she sucked me off, her free hand wandered up my chest, trailing fingers across my skin like a brand searing its mark. My own hands roamed the contours of her body, feeling the rough fabric of her costume as I parted her legs and devoured her sex with my fingers. Gwenpool's hips undulated in rhythm with my thrusts, her moans muffled by the mask as she panted out a litany of filthy endearments that left me breathless. "Dirty boy... oh, you're so good... yes, just like that... dirty, nasty boy..." As our passion reached its crescendo, Gwenpool's body began to quiver and shake, her sex contracting around my fingers in rhythmic waves. I could feel the wetness spreading, her juices lubricating my cock as it prepared for the plunge into her hot, waiting depths. With a growl that was equal parts primal and feral, I thrust into Gwenpool's waiting body, sinking deep into her sopping wet heat like a key turning in a lock. The bed of fallen superheroes creaked beneath us as we began our frenzied dance, each stroke sending shockwaves through both of us. Gwenpool's mask slipped further, revealing the corners of her mouth curled up in a wicked smile that seemed to say, "I'm getting exactly what I want." Her body quivered around mine, the wet slapping of our flesh mingling with her moans of ecstasy as we neared climax. And then it came – a torrent of liquid joy that coated my cock and balls as Gwenpool squirted her pleasure into the air. The crimson-clad Valkyrie arched her back, her body shuddering in release as I followed suit, our combined cries of ecstasy echoing through the night like a battle cry. As we lay entwined like a crimson-and-blue puzzle, Gwenpool whispered, "You know, dirty boy, I've been waiting for a long time to find someone who could match me in debauchery. Looks like you're going to have to keep up with this girl's pace." With that, she pulled the mask back into place and vanished into the night, leaving behind only the echoes of our carnal symphony and the promise of more dirty, nasty adventures to come – a promise I was eager to fulfill.