Moonstone's Lesbian Porn Does The Trick

Sue Storm kissed the children as she tucked them into bed, as she always did. She kissed Reed as he argued with Henry Pym over video-chat about whether anti-Pym particles utilized anti-mass. In her bedroom, she carefully locked the door, and took a deep breath. Shoulders tense. Butterflies in her stomach. The clothes came off. The DVD of MARVELOUS MUFFEATERS was fed into the player. She ran a finger over her slit and, after a moment's thought, took a dollop of lube from the container in the drawer at her bedside table and rubbed it into her labia.

Then pillows packed, legs spread, she hit play.

And watched.

The acting was terrible. Dr. Stone was there, dressed as Captain Marvel. Well, dressed was a generous word. Red and blue and gold body paint, her shaven slit clearly visible, the nipples on her small, unaugmented breasts protruding. The other woman was dressed as the villain Moonstone, and had an actual costume. There wasn't much plot. Captain Marvel was defeated by the villain. Sue watched, idly rubbing her snatch, as she watched her psychiatrist punched out, and then **** to eat out the other woman's cunt.

Sue watched, her free hand teasing a nipple. She wanted this to be hotter than it was. After all, there was Dr. Stone, Karla, up on the screen. Being **** to eat of the villain's ass. That should have been hot. Should have had the Invisible Woman frigging her clit with **** intensity, the anticipation building and building inside of her until it sent her over the edge in a cunt-breaking climax.

Instead, Sue felt ridiculous. Sort of hollow inside.

What am I even doing? Sue Storm wondered to herself. What if there was an emergency, and I had to rush out of here, and Reed found this porn in the DVD player? How would I explain it to him?

It was a thought that almost made Sue turn off the porn. Almost.

Then the tables turned. A light glowed in Captain Marvel's eyes. She struck out, catching Moonstone with a blow of shocking ferocity, not the feigned combat of earlier. Sue watched in mounting horror as the body-painted heroine destroyed her rival with a series of devastating strikes that split her mask and tore off her clothes, revealing the tattooed young body underneath.

Sue Storm's fingers moved in faster circles as she watched Karla utterly dominate the villain. The Invisible Woman gasped, her heart hammering as Karla **** her fist into the other woman's pussy. When the villain opened her mouth to scream, Karla's tongue **** itself inside her mouth. As her fist worked back and forth in the other woman's cunt, Sue's fingers became a blur, her hips bucking, shivering in an excitement she couldn't process rationally.

When Karla licked the tears from her victim's face, Sue Storm's back arched. Buttocks clenched, her pussy spasming, hotly spraying liquid out in an arc toward the scream. Eyes rolled back in her head as images and thoughts flowed unbidden through her brain. Until the Invisible Woman collapsed, panting, naked and spent on the bed, as the porn still played.