"No time to explain," Stacy said. "but don't worry, I'll save you."
Stacy went down to her knees, reached beneath Ellen's short skirt, and proceeded to pull her panties down.
What the hell? Ellen tried to escape, but she trapped in the corner. She tried to fend the girl off with her free hand, but Stacy was determined. "My God, stop!" Ellen pleaded. "I was with - I was with -"
My boyfriend, she was going to say, but it was too late. Stacy was already down there. Licking her. Fuck - fuck, sucking Rob's cum from her pussy. It was disgusting. It was hot as hell.
'I can't believe I'm doing this," Stacy thought to herself. She had discovered for herself what Ellen had tried to say. She had already had sex tonight. Her pussy smelled of sex, tasted of Ellen, combined wiht the salty cum of her boyfriend. Damn that Black Scorpion for reducing her to this state - for perverting her - for stealing superpowers, and turning her into the lowest of the low. Her own pussy was still wet, had been all day.
"God - My God - what on earth. . ." Ellen gasped. "Stacy, this is wrong. Dirty." But her resistance was fading fast. She slid down the counter, until she was on the floor, her miniskirt hiked, and her legs spread wide.
Stacy followed, licking, tongue flicking, mouth sucking and fucking faster and faster. Hurry . . . hurry . . .please hurry. Ellen cried out, dropped her sandwich, and grabbed Stacy by the head and pulled her tightly against...