Blew him!

He was wearing street clothes, as he was driving a van, so she unzipped him and pulled his cock from his boxers as he drove. She wasn't sure why. She didn't have to, he wanted her information, almost as much as he wanted her body, but she hadn't been **** in a very long time and he was an attractive man and he was the son of her worst enemy, maybe she could turn him against her. Or at least make him into a third side.

One hand remained on the wheel, the other stroked her back as she bobbed on his cock. Her hair fell around her face to rest on his thighs, though his jeans kept her hair from tickling him as her hands worked his balls and the base of his cock.

His superhuman reactions were such that there was no real risk from this. Besides, he was mostly invulnerable and he was enjoying it, a lot. She buried her head in his lap, hands resting on his thighs, thrusting her ass up high, she was squatting on the seat beside him, her costume and her cape making her look as if she was still Ultimamom. His hand slid down to her firm ass and slapped it hard through the duralexx. It was a shocking blow for Monica, as her invulnerability was gone, and she gasped on his cock, then moaned, and raised her ass again, offering it to him.

He slapped it again, every time she pulled back from his cock. Her throat closed around his dick I shock, gasping and **** on his cock, every twitch of his cock sending a bolt through her, every touch to her ass sent a bolt through her, almost the same as the bolts her tongue and her throat and her full lips were sending through Ultraboy.

As she felt his balls contract, she pulled up, enduring the slap to her ass, she wanted his cum in her mouth, but instead, his hand came from her ass and **** her down, her nose against his thigh, her view was only his thigh, and he shot his load into her belly, starting past her gag reflex. As he filled her belly with cum, she was helpless to move, given his superhuman hand on her head. She also couldn't breathe, his cock blocked off her windpipe. As her eyes began to water and her vision drifted due to lack of oxygen, she came too. Helplessness and a young man's cum was all it took to bring her to a better than average orgasm.

They pulled to a sudden stop as they arrived and Ultraboy's toes and brain uncurled enough to let him release her. She didn't pull back, just knelt there and came, until his cock softened enough to let her breathe. There was a flood of her own cum on the seat she was kneeling on, while his was in her stomach.

They had arrived at the safehouse. It was actually a house, a small one, set well back on a large yard. The fence was electric and various safety and security countermeasures were invisible, but it was a damn fortress. Ultraboy pulled into the driveway, pushed a button and slid through the defenses with no trouble. Monica sat up and looked through the tinted windows at her new home.

He showed her around the house (and removed a couple of things that might have revealed secrets he wanted kept) and then began to debrief her.