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Trish recovered from the Hulk's fucking in a couple of weeks. The bruises were gone, and the ache in her uterus had dissipated. All that remained was the ache in her loins for getting similar treatment from him soon. She was becoming obsessed with the green mystery man. She kept daydreaming about him pounding his pipe into her cunt and her screams of ecstasy. Whenever she went out, she looked for him. The nightclubs got old, because she was convinced that only the Hulk could satisfy her.

When she masturbated, she imagined him taking her in all sorts of positions. With her eyes closed, she never noticed the greenish glow coming from her pussy when she was drenched with her lubrication and nearing orgasm.

One night, she was **** to get fucked and went to a familiar haunt of hers, a nightclub near her apartment. She thought maybe a former lover of hers, Tony, who was well-endowed, though not by the Hulk?s standards, might be there. She was drinking at the bar for an hour before he showed up. She asked him out on the dance floor and dirty danced with him for half an hour, taunting him with her luscious tits and wiggling ass.

Finally, she grabbed him by the arm and took him home.