It all belongs to Joss.

Mal tried not to let the sound of his breath catching in his throat be noticeable as he stared at Inara when she opened the door to her shuttle. She was wearing a long, white silk robe, with a smooth, stocking-covered leg bent out through the long slit up it. Inara looked at him and arched her eyebrow sexily, then turned away and walked into the shuttle. Mal followed, closing the door behind him. He took a seat, and she stood with her back to him.

She turned, giving him a smile, and then pulled her robe off in a single motion. It dropped in a pool around her feet to reveal her standing in a tight fitting white lace corset, the suspenders running down to white stockings, framing the smooth lips of her pussy beautifully. Mal took in the sight in front of him, her curves hugged tightly by the lace, her large breasts pushed up on her chest. Inara walked slowly towards him, smiling as she saw his stare. She sank to her knees in front of him and her fingers found his zipper, feeling his hard cock straining inside his trousers. Inara quickly slid the zip down and undid the button to free him, pulling his cock free and taking a grip around the base. She gave it a few slow jerks and then dove in and closed her plump lips around the head, hearing Mal groan as she slid the tongue around it.

"Would you like a titfuck?" Inara moaned, licking up and down his cock and jerking him slowly, sucking at his head with her full lips. Mal groaned as she worked on him, her experience evident as she licked his cock.

"I'd rather give you a proper fucking" Mal almost growled, gripping the couch.

"Yeah," Inara said, popping the cock back into her mouth for a second, "and what makes you think you deserve to fuck me?". She slipped off his cock and turned away with a smirk. Mal lunged forwards and pushed Inara down onto the bed her front. He got down behind her, kneeling between her splayed legs and pinned her shoulders down just as she went to get up, meaning she got onto her knees but not her hands. Ma