Porkum Makes Sue Storm Lick His Load Off The Floor

"Cum in me!"

Sue Storm could barely believe the words as they left her mouth. Her pussy ached around the enormous prick that filled her to the brim and beyond. Mind and body were lost in a haze of erotic need beyond anything she had experienced. Fantasy and reality merged together in her lust-crazed brain as Porkum's chemicals stripped her mind of reason and unleashed all the pent-up desires of a life lived with only a single man...a single cock...one that she knew only too rarely, and whose pathetic loads were surely watery and impotent compared to the virile deluge that Porkum could unleash inside of her.

Yet the mutant sensed a chance here to **** the Invisible Woman further.

"Oh, you want this load, slut?" He grumbled.

"I want it!" Sue shook with desperated as she waggled her ass in the air, impaled on Porkum's prick.

"You want it," Porkum's dark eyes twinkled with evil delight. "How badly do you want it?"

"I'll do anything..." Sue gasped as she squeezed her aching cunny as tight around the tumescent prick as she could.

"Prove it," Porkum said, a moment before her cruelly tore his rod from her gaping slit.

Sue Storm roared in pain her inner walls clung to the immense member that had been embedded so deeply and tightly within her. She collapsed onto the floor in shock, and for a moment Porkum was witness to the sight of the Invisible Woman's labia as a vast pink tunnel, splotched here and there with blood where his rough fuck and ripped the tender integument.

Then with both hands, he aimed his fuckmeat at the floor just beside Sue Storm's face.

Yellow-white jizz poured and splashed, an inch from Sue Storm's face. Ropes of baby batter, more pent-up sperm than Reed Richard's poor balls could produce in a year, rained down. The Invisible Woman gave voice to a moan of loss and denial, wordless agony at the waste. That hot stream of baby gravy should have poured inside her own gaping snatch.

"You want it, Suzie-slut?" Porkum's voice was almost a purr. "Then lick it up! Lick my fat fucking cumsplash from the floor like the hungry bitch you are!"

There was only a moment's hesitation. Dignity was a distant thought in Sue's mind, buried deep beneath the bizarre affection and attachment she now felt for the mutant cock that had rearranged her insides. Sue Storm's head plunged forward, her lips pressed into that sticky white puddle as she sucked the salty, bitter, thick goo from the floor of the factory.

Porkum's grim was enormous. His little triangular ears flapped and he stroked his immense prick to draw the last few little drops onto the floor for Sue Storm to lick up.

"If you really love my cum," he said. "If you really want more of it, then I'll give it to you. But if you want more, you'll take it how I tell you. However I tell you. You got that, Suzie-slut?"

Sue Storm raised her face from the floor, just long enough to swallow. Some of Porkum's nasty splooge still dripped from her nose and chin as she craned her neck up at Porkum and said in a phlegmy voice:

"Yes."