She Hulk

Jennifer Walters had been waking up for days on the train after pornographic dreams. Once again, she had dreamed of a hellish gangbang with the enemies She-Hulk had faced.

It was late, her twin personality was ruining her nights. Sure, she loved She-Hulk, but her hormones were raging. No one knew that while She-Hulk wasn't prone to anger, she had endless sexual desires, ever more intense.

At that moment, she remembered last week:

New York Court:

• Miss Garner, I don't know what came over you, but being absent from a trial for longer than usual, your clients appreciate doubling their sentences.

Jennifer looked at the ten bikers she hadn't been able to properly represent because the She-Hulk inside her had drooled over the prosecutor, who was worthy of the finest Apollos.

She left, ashamed, with her clients. I'm ashamed, gentlemen.

The bikers pouted.

• Okay, you owe us a debt, but since you're cute, buy us a round at our bar and let's have some fun to forget.

Jennifer nodded. She owed them that much, and She-Hulk would calm the situation down if it got too far.

• Okay, gentlemen, I owe you that much. I'll follow you in the car.

They laughed, and she found herself on the back of a motorcycle, holding a handsome biker by the chest, appreciating his bodybuilding. His hormones were definitely racing.

She arrived at a bar worthy of Hollywood. As they entered, the bikers shouted in unison.

Jimmy, shot of Evil Dead, it's the little lady who's treating her.

The bartender turned to her, and she nodded, her head red with bruises.

As a token, she was tasked with bringing each mug of drink to each table. She was pulled and groped, on each knee, her panties disappearing as if by magic, their fingers growing more curious as they made her drink this diabolical brew.

The snorting laughter and obscene screams echoed through the smoky bar while Jennifer, panting, felt rough hands creeping up her thighs, her breasts, sliding beneath her already hiked-up dress. But her urges, heightened by She-Hulk, led her to find satisfaction.

They made her drink without limit, which made her lose her grip. Not only did she let herself be kissed and caressed like the worst whore, but she even asked for more. Her clothes barely hindering the increasingly pressing physical assaults, she was increasingly panting and panting, normally she would have been outraged and she-hulk would have thrown the louts out the window but there she was in the middle of a hormonal and sexual crisis, everything existed like a lecherous female dog.