Power Girl's Power

Of course he rolled his upholstered desk chair closer to the comic book. Stanly wanted the naked woman's super body to fill as much of his vision as possible. The experimental Spectacle Glasses continued to stimulate his hypothalamus-amygdala connection that was putting him in a better-than-reality, lucid dream-like state. The comic's cover grew until Power Girl was life-sized and almost within reach. Even at a distance, Stanly could feel the sexual heat her horny twat was radiating like its own superpower. Its raw power alone was enough to make his prick a cock! But there was also the pungency that overpowered his sense of smell! And there were her superior, feminine curves! He had to wonder just how firm her smooth and flawless, invulnerable flesh was.

But he was not ready to touch her. Stanly knew her backstory and her attitude! He looked away from her drooling twat long enough to make sure the rest of her was not moving. He wished he had her in kryptonite bondage gear.

He jumped in his chair when her thighs opened! The entirety of her unfolding cunt was revealed. Was it an invitation? Or a trap? If her superstrong cunt muscles spasmed down around his cock, could he survive?!