No—But Sue Can Masturbate And Kick Moonstone's Ass At The Same Time

The need overwhelmed Sue Storm. Her cheeks burned in embarrassment as one hand reached between her legs to rub her pussy. The other groped at her breast. The Invisible Woman stood there in the middle of the wrecked office, frantically rubbing at her body, as Moonstone smiled in triumph, blood oozing down from her nose.

"That's it. You need this. You deserve this. Big, powerful hero like you. Maybe you should rip those pants off and stuff a few fingers in your cunt?"

It was phrased somewhere between a suggestion and an order. Sue found herself tearing at her pants. The unstable molecule fabric gave way. Her fingers plunged into her exposed cunny.

"What...are you doing to me!?" Sue said, teeth gritted. She wanted to stop. Knew she needed to stop. Yet she couldn't. Her body burned. She wanted it so bad...

"You're just a **** to your passions, aren't you, Sue?" Moonstone went on, eyes bright. Her lips curled into a snarl. "A slut in a costume. No better than the rest of us. A cunt to the core!"

The words were accompanied by gravimetric waves that hit Sue Storm's brain like shots of tequila. The Invisible Woman's rational mind began to dim. It was harder to maintain the invisible bonds that held Moonstone in place. The fingers that squirmed inside of her pussy were demanding her attention. The excitement rose in Sue's body as Moonstone stared at her. Masturbating in front of someone else was so hot...

"Go ahead, slut," Moonstone shouted, her own temper frayed from the incessant buzzing of the implants. "**** your fist into that nasty cumhole! Can't lay a finger on me when you're fucking yourself, can you!?"

With a groan, Sue's hand moved on its own. Five fingers steepled into a point. She was so wet. Her breath came in quick pants. The heroine fell to her knees, cried out as she stretched her cunt, fingers pushed deeper, in an effort to get her whole hand in there.

Yet Moonstone had made one mistake. As much as Sue felt drunk, dizzy, barely able to think, her body on fire...Sue Storm was still the Invisible Woman.

"I don't," Sue Storm panted. "Need my hands...to deal...with...you!"

Moonstone could not see the shape of the wave of invisible **** that slammed into her head. Whether it was a massive fist, like the one plunging into Sue's pussy, or a massive phallus, or a simple geometric column. What she did feel was the cartilage in her nose crunch, the sudden terrible pressure that slammed into her superhumanly strong skull and sent her brain crashing back and forth inside of it.

A severe concussion that knocked Moonstone ****.

Which caused her powers to finally cease.

Not that Sue Storm noticed.

She was busy fisting her own pussy for the next several minutes, kneeling in the wreckage of the office, crying and thrusting her hand ankle-deep in her hot, needy cunt.