...acy 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 her sex. Her toes curled. Her hips pumped.
"Thank God," Stacy said, smiling and very relieved, despite the red wet ragged condition of her face. "We made it in the nick of time. Now it's safe to take this bomb off your wrist."
'Damnit Lexi, I should have known you were behind this,' Ellen thought as Stacy unhooked the watch from her wrist. She felt used and tried to summon some righteous anger, but God, i...