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2 Blondes Walk Up To A Superman update
🕑 Added 2019-12-26 19:00:02 +0000 UTC
“Karen,” Clark argued, his resolve weakening as his arousal got ever stronger. Karen’s massive breasts were on almost full display; the view through her askew window greater than most women would show off topless. “I have to go back and keep Linda company—it’s for charity.”
“Then fuck me fast, Kal.” Karen blew on his straining cock, polar breath doing nothing to diminish his passion, only making it burn hotter until Clark felt like he was somehow coming without ejaculating. “And fuck me hard, as long as we don’t have to worry about breaking little cousin Linda.”
Clark’s eyes glowed red. Partly in irritation at Karen for seducing him, himself for being seduced, but mostly because he was so aroused, it was indistinguishable from pure rage. “Alright, you dirty bitch. Let’s see about breaking you.”
His eyes flashed heat over her invulnerable body, making her cry out in slight pain and supreme shock. She hadn’t known Clark had it in him. Her costume was reduced to tatters, her unprotected cape burnt away entirely. Then he grabbed hold of her cleavage window, miraculously intact, and ripped it open with one mighty tug. Karen’s majestic tits spilled out, jostling and jiggling in all their soft realness. Karen was left looking like she’d gone ten rounds with a vat of acid—fitting payback, she supposed, for how she’d trashed Clark’s costume.
“The only way a man gets to call me a bitch is if he makes me one,” Karen said, slipping off the golden chain and pauldron that had once secured her cape. “How about it, Kal? Make me your bitch; I dare you…”
Clark only smiled, even as his eyes gleamed dangerously. “I think the fact that you’re asking me to make you my bitch speaks volumes, but since I do take requests—“
And that was the only warning Karen received. Clark blurred forward, and at superspeed, he was everywhere, stimulating all her erogenous zones at once. Caressing her tits and sucking her nipples and stroking her thighs and rubbing her pussy. Even smacking her ass. It was a jaw-dropping display of sexual prowess, enough to overwhelm any woman, certainly enough to break Supergirl’s brain. But, even if she wasn’t half the slut the tabloids painted her as, Karen had been around the block a few times.
She caught Clark by his prick, understandably freezing him in one place as she stroked him to a greater hardness than his blitzkrieg of foreplay had already provoked in him. “That all you got?” Karen goaded him with some irony, as his length dwarfed her hand many times over.
“Keep pumping and you’ll find out,” Clark said, taunting her just as smugly. Challenging her to make him come.
Karen loved a challenge.
She jerked him off, groping his balls, rubbing her breasts against his broad chest. Clark took her face in his hands and kissed her, shuddering as she sucked hard at his tongue. And as she pumped his cock, she held it to her groin, rubbing the head of his growing shaft against the damp fabric.
“I think that’s about as much playing as I’m going to let you do,” Clark said firmly. “Ready to be my bitch?”
“As ready as this is,” Karen said huskily, slapping his cock against the palm of her other hand like it was a bludgeon. “Don’t think one little quickie is going to rock my world. I want you to break my pussy, Kal. I want you to treat me like a piece of meat.”
“You’re not a piece of meat, Karen,” Clark said. Her face fell at his respectful words. “You’re a cum dumpster that’s been empty too long.”
So saying, he picked her up with two big hands on her broad hips, held her over his head with ease, and then rammed her down onto his upright cock. His diamond-hard cockhead pierced right through the crotch of her costume like tissue paper, then similarly went through her labia. Karen screamed as he lodged himself so deep inside her that a bulge could be seen in her belly, her entire being stretched and parted and impaled around his massive erection.
Her eyelids flickered. Her jaw dropped. She was well and truly fucked from the moment he entered her, overwhelmed with pleasure that was cut with just the right amount of spicy pain. The scream became a gurgling, guttering moan as she came like the entire sex act had been that one thrust, her juices flowing from her the same way drool collected on her slack lips.
Clark knew exactly how rough she liked it.
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