Tri-st update

You feel Felicia’s body clench suddenly, the shudder of her heartbeat taut and rapid, her eyes shut. That’s it. You come down on her, pushing into her as deep as you can go so she feels all of you at once. She opens up wide and takes it all, until nothing can save her from the orgasm that devastates her body.

Then, you’re free to indulge herself. You pump into her hard and fast, rubbing against her tightly constrained, climaxing pussy as gratifyingly as you can manage. Getting a thrill from it that’s soon in all your body, tightening all of you up to force out the burst of sperm you need to give her. 

Grunting, you crash down on top of her like a felled tree, lying on her curvaceous body and existing as nothing more than a series of rasping breaths.

The only thing that could possibly pull you out of that moment, mounted atop your happily defeated prey, is what Karen and Betsy are doing. You’ve had as many lesbian fantasies as any red-blooded male—not having any male porn star to get in the way is the next best thing to being in it yourself. 

Only now, you really are there, and they really are putting on a show for you, trying to tempt you away from Felicia’s satisfied embrace. Although surely the pleasure they’re inflicting on each other is a close second in terms of motivation. It must feel as good as it looks, two of the sexiest women on the planet rubbing each other’s naked bodies, kissing each other’s perfect lips.

You’re barely able to move, Felicia’s drained you that bad, and she’s making staying on top of her a very cozy prospect, but if you don’t turn to look at what fucking Power Girl and fucking Psylocke are doing that’s creating so many moans, your eyeballs would burst out of your sockets for a peek themselves. So you lay your head down on Felicia’s justly famous cleavage and keep your eyes open, feeling a throb in your warm groin no matter how sated you feel.

You see Karen’s tongue shoving itself against Betsy’s, two shades of pink playing in open air, stroking each other on the battlefield between two perfect sets of lips. Betsy seems to win. She presses Karen more firmly into the mattress, their legs twisted together, their naked bodies so close to yours that you could reach out and fondle a heaving breast or pert ass if you had any strength left. It’s almost enough to make you regret coming so hard into Felicia’s little white cunt. Almost.

Betsy’s tits press against Karen’s, the two of them sighing as their nipples spark together. All of their cleavage is gleaming with sweat. Some of it has to be your saliva. You imagine tit-fucking one of them, coming all over those amazing breasts, watching as they smear your cum over each other in this exact same pose. The throb in your limp dick comes just a little quicker. 

But even if you could manage a hard-on at the moment, Karen and Betsy seem to be enjoying themselves so much that it’s hard to want to fuck with it. You just want to watch. They feel your eyes on them, though you’re surprised they can feel anything other than each other, considering how much thrilling curves and creamy flesh they each possess. 

At any rate, they both look at you, broad grins on those gorgeous, flushed faces. They’re amused. You must not have much of a poker face. But at the moment, even James Bond couldn’t be stoic.

“What’s the matter?” Karen teases. ”Don’t you know what girls like to do when boys aren’t around?”

Betsy hums in appreciation as she sucks Karen’s swollen teat. “Probably not used to women leaving him alone,” she mutters through Karen’s engorged nipple.

“Funny how much he seems to like it, though.” Karen reaches out, skirting the curve of Felicia’s thigh to get between her legs, where your cock is hanging, half-hard by now. “I bet he wants to watch more. In fact, I bet he’d rather watch us play than get a little Kryptonian suckjob to bring Mr. Happy back from the dead.”

At the moment, that might be rather painful. You’re already rather tender to Karen’s touch, good as it is. “Well, I’d hate to interrupt you,” you mumble.

“Quit teasing him,” Felicia says, eyes still closed, voice still a little shaky from her orgasm. “You know you two bikes like cunt as much as cock. Besides, even a super-blowjob couldn’t get any more cum out of him than he’s already given me.”