French sex

The lights of Paris glittered below the private penthouse balcony. Starborn — Anthony Lucas — stood in nothing but tight black briefs that did little to hide his enhanced, athletic body. His skin still carried that faint cosmic glow, and his handsome face looked even more devastating under the moonlight.

Tonight he wasn’t alone.

Élise Moreau, one of France’s most sought-after supermodels, leaned against the glass railing in a sheer black robe that barely covered her long legs and perfect curves. Her dark hair cascaded down her back as she looked at the young superhero with hungry eyes.

“So this is the famous Starborn everyone is talking about,” she purred in a silky French accent. “Even more beautiful up close.”

Starborn stepped forward, his cosmic-enhanced presence radiating charm and power. He pulled her close, kissing her deeply. Élise moaned into his mouth as his strong hands roamed over her body, sliding the robe off her shoulders until it pooled at her feet. She was completely naked underneath.

They barely made it to the bedroom.

Starborn lifted her effortlessly and laid her on the silk sheets. He kissed down her neck, her breasts, then lower, tasting every inch of her. Élise gasped when his tongue found her wet folds, licking and sucking until her thighs trembled around his head.

“Mon Dieu… you’re incredible,” she moaned.

When she was dripping and begging, Starborn flipped her onto her stomach. He gripped her hips, pulling her ass up. His thick, hard cock — empowered by Carol’s milk and throbbing with cosmic energy — pressed against her tight entrance.

Élise looked back at him, biting her lip. “Yes… take me there. I want all of you.”

Starborn pushed forward slowly, stretching her tight asshole around his thick shaft. Élise cried out in pleasure, her fingers clutching the sheets as he sank deeper. The sensation was intense — hot, tight, and perfect. He groaned, gripping her waist as he started thrusting, slow and deep at first, then harder.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, his French accent thicker with lust.

Élise pushed back against him, moaning loudly as he fucked her ass. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through both of them. Starborn’s hand slid around to rub her clit while he pounded into her from behind, making her shake and scream his name.

“Starborn—! Harder!”

He obeyed, slamming into her tight hole with powerful strokes. The cosmic energy in his body made every thrust feel electric. Élise came hard, her whole body convulsing around his cock as her ass clenched tightly around him.

Starborn couldn’t hold back any longer. With a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt and filled her ass with hot, thick cum, his hips jerking as he rode out the intense orgasm.

They collapsed together on the bed, breathing heavily. Élise turned and kissed him lazily, her body glistening with sweat.

“You really are something special,” she whispered, tracing the glowing lines on his chest. “But I heard rumors… that Captain Marvel is the one who made you like this.”

Starborn smirked, pulling her close. “She did. And she is my mother.”

Élise raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Then I guess I should be grateful to her… for sharing such a perfect superhero with Paris.”

Starborn chuckled and kissed her again, already feeling the hunger for more. His new life as France’s most attractive hero had only just begun — and it was filled with pleasure, power, and the constant, secret need to return to Mommy’s milk every night.