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Added 2019-06-10 01:50:27 +0000 UTCRoy lay on his back, drained, his hands behind his head. His eyes were closed and he was totally satisfied.
“Mind if I suck you again?” Dinah asked, her head resting on his thigh, her eyes on the limp member still burnished by her spit.
“I don’t think you’ll get anything out of it.”
“Not really the point,” Dinah replied, nuzzling her lips around his cock. There was no cum left on it, but still it somehow tasted of his tangy seed. “We gonna talk about this?”
“It doesn’t seem like you’re in the mood,” Roy said.
“I can listen,” Dinah retorted, smacking her lips. She kissed his helmet again and seemed to feel a resounding weightiness from the cum he’d deposited inside her already.
She felt claimed. Marked. Occupied territory—though who she could possibly have belonged to before was unclear. Maybe it was just the doldrums of being alone… that was what he’d conquered when he’d conquered her.
“I’m not the best at talking about my feelings,” Roy said. “It’s the one part of rehab I never quite managed… I was thinking that after we were finished, then we could talk, but that just makes me want to keep going.”
“Oh?” Dinah asked, smiling against his cockhead. Brushing her curved lips along his glans. “Is that the only reason?”
“I think you know it’s not. I get as turned on by a blonde in fishnets as the next guy…”
“You are not,” Dinah assured him, “the next guy.”
“And you’re not just a blonde.” There was a pause as Roy recalled that once, many moons ago, she’d been a natural brunette. “You know what I mean.”
“Yeah. I didn’t think I was just a stepping stone on your way to Power Girl.”
Roy paused thoughtfully. “You think I could manage Power Girl?”
