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Tentacle approached struggling superheroine and quickly wrapped itself around her huge, newborn manhood. Miss Patriot couldn’t help it; she was getting aroused just from the touch of that slimy, disgusting thing against her throbbing skin. Dick was getting hard. She tried to think about something else, just to stop that feeling, but it was fight that she couldn’t win. She lost her battle when the tip of the tentacle touched the tip of her cock and begun to rub it softly.

“Ohhhh!!!! Ahhh!!!! Stop… aaaah… please… ohhhh…. !!!!” Miss Patriot produced whole symphony of cries, moans and begs, while tentacle was skillfully playing with that growing piece of meat between her legs. She fell so humiliated. Witch was standing there, looking at the tormented superheroine with a sadistic smile.

“You know, there’s still a chance for you. This is not a permanent change. If you’ll endure one hour without cumming, it’ll shrunk and eventually disappear. But from listening to your slutty moans I really doubt if you’ll manage to keep herself calm even for five minutes, he he he…”

Second tentacle ignored Miss Patriot’s veiny dick and moved behind her. Poor heroine could feel as the silmy tip of that ugly thing is slowly probing the entrance of her rear. She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, doing her best to lower arousal that was filling her helpless body.