Playing With The Onahole Helps Sue Storm Cum

"Just because I'm masturbating with a pocket pussy doesn't make me gay," Sue Storm said to herself.

The door to the bedroom was locked. Reed was in the lab. The rest of the family was asleep. It was only Sue awake in the Baxter Building, naked and lying on the bed...with the onahole. Molded from Dr. Stone's own vagina.

Sue didn't know how she felt like that. Was the flutter in her stomach anxiety, anticipation, or both? Her jaw worked, and she fiddled with the toy. Not sure how best to play with it.

Finally, she set the silicone slit against her own. It was soft. Squishy. She bit her lip as she rubbed the smooth artificial pussy against her own, unknowingly releasing some of the aphrodisiac oils impregnated into the toy. Sue began to breathe faster as her pussy began to heat up. Closed her eyes and tried to imagine...

Karla. Naked in the bed with her. That strange, knowing smile, almost smug. Her legs entwined with Sue's, so that they were scissoring, their pussies locked in an obscene kiss. Moving herself against Sue, rubbing the Invisible Woman's clit. Those hazel eyes locked on Sue's blue eyes, almost as if in challenge.

"You want to get off, don't you?" Karla seemed to say, and Sue found her hips bucking, body moving and undulating, her cunt so hot now as she smashed the toy against her own. The Invisible Woman moaned aloud, lost in that strange, terrible fantasy where she cheated on Reed with another woman.

CHEATING IS CUMMING.

Sue Storm's back arched as the words seemed to thunder through her brain. The excitement and anticipation in her body peaked and she let out a wordless moan of unfettered sexual desire, her body convulsing as she squirted into the toy.

In the huffing, panting aftermath, Sue brought the fake pussy up to her mouth. Her own juices dribbled out of the soft silicone cave, and Sue buried her face into it, let the strange liquor dribble into her mouth and down her throat. Wondering if this is what Karla's cunny smelled and tasted like.