“Stop!”, Superman yelled, as he knocked Parasite off his cod onto the floor.
Parasite fished Superman’s hard cock out of the tight unifave it a few jacks, and then kneeled down to su it, arms tight around Superman’s waist. “Mmmmm”, Parasite moaned around the Kryptonian dick, “Your cum is amazing, just as a man should taste”. Superman groaned in pleasure as Parasite’s mouth bobbled on his dick, but his groans turned into a yelp, as one of the kneeling jock’s fingers scratch the fabric of his supersuit against his virgin hole.
“Glad you like it”, Parasite replied as he put on a flexing show in front of Superman. The pression clothes had gotten so tight, one could almost see the perky nipples and individual abs underh. Even Superman admitted to himself, Parasite did not look half-bad, for a human at least.
“Leaving so fast sexy?”, Parasite smirked as he pressed his hardening dick against Superman’s crotch. Superman immediately felt his energy draining and, ashamedly, his cock rising. Parasite hands explored Superman’s muscular body, from his onball shoulders, down to his bulging biceps, and then stopping to give both bursting pecs of steel a nice, firm squeeze through the blue fabric. As Superman opened his mouth to moan in pleasure, Parasite tipped his toes to shove his tongue down his throat.
Parasite saw
"No… stop…no”, he gasped as his torayed him by starting to spar with Parasite’s. Parasite’s hands travelled further south, past Superman’s cobblestone 8-pack: his left hand rubbing against the crotch of the supersuit, bringing the cock of steel to full mast, while his right hand toyed with hefty Kryptonian balls. Superman moaned louder into Parasite’s hot, warm mouth.
Feeling energy course through his arms again, the superhero khis was his ce.
“Now!”, Superman thought to himself. He pulled his arms together in front of him, snapping his wrists free of the cuffs. The hing he knew, he was shoved up against the wall.