64 Mario

You were like Princess Peach but less of a slut, you haven't really gotten kidnapped due to you not being interested in fucking some retalian teletubby (Bowser), so you were left alone. Due to this, you and Mario became quite close, really close. Lately you've been more of a bitch than a friend, stubborn as a mule and nearly as bratty as some spoiled child.

He took it as his new mission to knock some sense into ya, so now here he has you, bent over a shell he knocked in and with his middle finger shoved up your pussy knuckle deep. His finger curls, his other hand holding your hip in a painful, almost bruising grip.

"Not so fuckin' mouthy now, are ya?"

He mumbles, his italian accent thick. He pulls his finger out only to add his index with his middle and shoving back in; knuckle deep and curling to feel the texture of your velvetty walls. He then goes and murmur's 'mama mia' under his breathe at the sight of his fingers diappearing within you.