Nope.

....was unable to stop his titanic erection. Harder than steel, more than a foot long, and mouthwateringly smelly and tasty from today's labour. Sweaty and masculine but still delightful.

She sniffed it like a pet dog, then grinned. On someone who was so composed, on someone he truly admired, it was a look that both terrified and aroused him.

"So big! So thick! It's the biggest thing I've ever seen!" Iman Avesta spewed out saliva all over his knob and then used her hands to start pumping his length. She made excited sounds as she found her hands weren't enough to wrap around it. She drooled and growled as her lips attempted to swallow his cock whole and managed to take in about five inches before her gag reflex kicked in.

She wiped the drool with her arm and went for a different approach. The veins on his shaft, she targeted them with her fingers and tongue. Tracing them, outlining them, sucking the sensitive streak.

"Oh god, it's too big! It doesn't fit!" Iman's tongue went up and down his cock, rubbing him like he was an extra large popsicle. Pre-cum oozed out and she lapped it up like a greedy little bitch. A switch was activated upon the small taste of sperm. She gobbled down his tip again in hopes for another drop of pre-cum.

She sucked and sucked. Sucking, sucking, sucking, until he groaned and turned harder than steel. Coloured a light shade of pink, ready to burst, Iman wanted him to unleash the manly spunk inside her. He didn't. He refused. Not an ounce of pre-cum dribbled from his tip.

He throbbed and throbbed but he never yielded a load. Iman became agitated, the itch in her mouth and cunt unfilled. She decided to fill at least one hole.

"I want it inside me! I want it!"

Under her weight, insanity, and the effects of Poison Ivy's magic (or whatever it was), Aaron watched as she stood up, flicked away her panties, and descended upon his cock. Down, down, down she went, cooing and moaning all the way. It was a tough journey with how long and thick he was–how much he spread Iman out and how much larger he was than she expected.

"Coooock~! Big fat cooock~! Mmmmm~!"

Her cunt was tight enough to momentarily snap his logical side in place. It was gripping him hard and succulently, almost like it hadn't done this in a well. Aaron wasn't surprised. Iman wasn't one to do sexual or romantic relations unless the man was truly exceptional.

'I have no idea if I fit the bill, but…'

Aaron put his hands on her sides. Six inches in and seven more to go. He enjoyed himself as he guided her lower and lower, her pussy lips stretching obscenely. Gushes of her lewd juices leaked and dripped onto his abdomen.

Iman howled for mercy. She spoke in a gibberish mix of English and Farsi, swearing obscurities. Her body became warmer and her pussy warmer. She orgasmed and orgasmed and orgasmed–

"For the love of–it's so big and I feel so full! My womb feels so full!" Iman was losing her grip to ecstasy and maddening sensitivity. To his bulky schlong that felt warm enough to light up her insides. "It's so fucking deep! God almighty help me! My womb is–"

Finally, after a torturous chain of orgasms, she hit the bottom. Shaking, quivering, sitting with his cock deep inside her. Her cervix, her womb, her G-spot, everything was pressed all at the same time. It was liberating and with every passing second Iman was losing her mind to nirvana. A state of heaven where she could barely catch her breath.

Aaron hadn't moved yet. He observed her twitches and reactions, hands firmly on her side. Her brown complexion, her green eyes, her B-cup boobs. She wasn't classically voluptuous like Vicky or lean like Cassandra. She was slim and cool. Seeing her like this, hungry for his manhood, begging for his attention, was like a dream. Her complexion shining, her dark nipples hardened, and her lips wet for his dick. During her lectures, hundreds wanted to fuck her, Aaron included. It was a dirty dream buried in the confines of his horny mind. The sight, the cunt, the hips; dream had become reality and it was electrifying.

He could feel himself throbbing. He could feel her shiver under the mercy of his gleaming knob. They were like reflections; the more exhilarated she became, the more he did too.

Smiling, he moved her up and down, up and down, measured in his speed. His thumb massaged her sides and her cunt went wild as he started moving. Despite being in a cowgirl position, Aaron was the one with all the power.

Iman let out a hitched sob, chest heaving. Aaron was so, so slow yet it felt so, so good.

"God…god…" Iman bit the bottom of her lip. She stretched her figure, emphasizing her breasts and cursing, "Fuck!"

As soon as those words left her lips, Aaron started going wild. He lurched his hips upwards, shoving his cock into her womb like a rocket, going deeper than she thought possible. Iman saw white. She saw stars. Aaron went at a brutal pace, fucking her as if he was a caveman **** for pussy. Going fast and hard, fingers digging into her sides as he pulled her up and down on his cock.

Iman was bouncing but she held no power, no influence, no control. Aaron grinned, the creeping pink stimulant snowing down on him. He was losing his mind. He cared for nothing except Iman. The brown woman and her lovely face crying under his throbbing phallus. His giant manhood holding no equal and giving her the experience of a lifetime.

She was screaming like an exaggerated porn star. But he knew there was no exaggeration. The lethal combination–his bouncy hips and his forceful hands meant he was screwing her cunt better than any man on this super powered Earth could.

"YOU'RE TOO FUCKING GOOOOD! FUCK! AARON! AARON! AAAAARON!" Her tongue slung out like she was losing all her sanity. "KEEP FUCKING ME! YOUR DICK IS FUCKING ME UP! MY WOMB! FUCK! GIVE ME YOUR BABIES! FUCKING IMPREGNANTE ME! PLEASE! CREAMPIE MY PUSSY!"

"Oh yeah?" Aaron asked, grinning maniacally. His mind was cloudy, the stimulant reducing him to a godly stud with no interest other than to fuck the bitch in front of him. Again and again, he threw his hips up and dropped her down his cock. "Beg for it, bitch!"

His girth spread her labia as they went harder and harder, and he could feel her cum for what was the hundredth time. But he was the one still forcing his dick through her hole. Her muscles were limp, her arms flailing around as he made her jump up and down his foot-long pipe.

"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE! CREAMPIE MEEE!" Iman Avesta, once a Special Agent of Amanda Waller's Agency, was long gone and replaced by a slut with an obsession with his cock. "I NEED YOUR COCK MORE THAN ANYTHING! ANYTHIIING! BREED ME! BREED MEEEE! FILL ME UP LIKE THE WHORE I AM!"

Aaron smirked, thrusted up one last womb-crushing, then released all the pressure. His balls felt bloated as they unclenched their fertile contents. Iman limped over as he pumped and pumped and pumped. He hugged her as his cock filled her womb and then some. His sticky white load burst from her lodged pussy in record time. She was tight and he was still inside yet he was shooting so much and with such pressure that it needed a way to come out.

Iman's body was lost to a series of orgasms. Every waking second felt like she was flying higher into heaven. Her cunt spasmed around his length which seemed to get bigger the longer he came.

He hugged her firmly to his chest, making sure she couldn't escape as he bred her–as her womb was filled and his baby batter fused with her eggs. It was almost involuntary with how overwhelming his sperm was.

His sticky cum continued to spill on his balls since her pussy simply wasn't enough. He pushed her head over his shoulder, hearing her moan and make noise into his ear. His climax tapered off and he could feel her relaxing. No, going ****.