She Sneaks A Peek

Kara felt a phantom fingertip stroke softly down the length of her spine, her whole body tensing up hard enough that she felt her cock throb so heavily it visibly jiggled her tits. Her free hand shot down to its base and wrapped her fingers tight around it with all of her superhuman might, as if it could **** the sensations welling up inside her to subside - she was nowhere near close to climax yet, but to her incredible senses it was obviously just a matter of time.

"Shit," Kara whispered breathily, "what the hell is wrong with me?" The tip of her tongue traced her lips nervously, leaving them shining with a layer of pink, glittery gloss where before there'd been none. "Barbie's mamacita's got me acting like I'm trying to ask for my first date!" The slender, ghostly fingertip sensation returned, tracing along her jawline before running down to the hollow of her throat, and the Kryptonian's breath caught in her throat. "Fuuuuuuuck..."

It was no good, she had to open it up and see the sort of temptation Vicki was sending her femme. And really, this was all Vicki's fault anyway, mixing up numbers like that. She'd just press play and oh wow that was a lot of ASS on display, GiGi was one lucky femme to get a lapful of that every day. Still, this was fine, it was just a regular twerk video to get her hubby in the moo-

"Eyes up here slut!"

Kara throbbed again as she instinctively gave her cock a superfast pump with every syllable that lashed her brain. Just looking into Vicki's eyes, even the screen's facsimile of them, made her skin prickle like a hundred cock-hungry cougar housewives were running their hands over it. She was enthralled by the reporter's lewd body, by the soft, sultry purr of her voice, by the display of perverse flexibility as she lifted her leg to give Kara an unobstructed view of her shameless public masturbation...

The Kryptonian audibly panted while she stroked herself and stared at her phone, feeling a rush of heat through her as Vicki soaked the insides of her thick, toned thighs as if the screen was blasting out waves of mind-melting, thought-scrambling sexual power, before being slammed back to reality like a blushing bride onto her marriage bed by a sharp stereo SLAP of hands on mega-thicc Canadian rump.

"Mmmmphlmm..." Kara moaned mindlessly as her cock gave another heavy throb and pushed out of her cleavage to fill her open, drooling mouth with its fat head and a steady stream of warm, sweet precum. The sight of the reporter's asscheeks quaking was insidious...

"NEED dat ASS!"

...electrifying...

"WANT dat ASS!"

...mesmerising!

"OBEY! THE! ASS!"

Kara's tits bounced in her tight blue latex bandeau with every heel-clicking step as she strutted across the threshold of Barbie's house, eyes darting around for any signs of her girlfriend. She couldn't remember what had her so pent up, but something about the redhead's text message asking her to come over seemed to have sent it into overdrive! She tried to recall what she'd been doing when it had arrived - something about her phone... It didn't matter.

She made her way into the house and up the main staircase towards where she knew Barbie's - and Vicki's, the sudden realisation making her heart skip a beat for some reason - bedrooms were. Not for the first time, she cursed the lead lining built into every wall of the building and the white noise emitters throughout its structure; not just because they **** her to search the house the old fashioned way instead of using her superior Kryptonian senses, but also because it was hard enough to avoid getting distracted with her bouncing titties stroking the fat, throbbing femme cock sandwiched between them, never mind when the air itself was subtly vibrating against her skin!

"Come on, come on... mierda!"

Kara stood stock still for a moment as the lilting voice of Vicki Vale reached her, before quietly padding - or as close as she could manage in platform stilettos on varnished wooden floorboards - over to the ajar door of the MILF's bedroom. jiggle Vicki stood in front of her wardrobe, surrounded by piles of torn, stretched material that must have once been pants, trying desperately to cram her cake into a far-too-tight denim wrapper. CLAP CLAP jiggle CLAP Kara's cock throbbed. CLAP CLAP CLAP Her balls ached, as pent-up as if she hadn't just blown a fat load to... to... to something just minutes before. jiggle jiggle CLAP

"Goddess," Vicki huffed, bouncing on her toes as she somehow finally tugged the waistband of her step-mamacita jeans over her bench-busting ASS, "so tight... Good thing nobody saw that - it would be so vergonzoso!" Kara licked her lips hungrily, watching the seams of the Canadian bombshell's pants strain in ways that would be obvious even to someone who couldn't watch individual strands of their threads stretch and deform. "Mmm~ Just glad it wasn't in front of Barbara's cañón-packing girlfriend; who knows what I'd do if she saw me like that!"

The blonde hurriedly squeezed her tits even harder together through her bandeau, trapping the fist-sized head of her cock tightly enough to muffle the heavy, wet SPLORT of precum that it slung in response to Vicki's breathy announcement. She took a super-fast look down to confirm that it wasn't bubbling out from her cleavage, hovered back to the top of the stairs and approaching the woman's bedroom door once more with mincing - though this time clearly audible - steps. "Miss Vale? It's Kara," she called through the door, giving it a light rap with her knuckles." There was a moment of near-silence where Kara heard the step-MILF's breath hitch, and for a single absurd moment she wondered if the older woman was going to pretend she wasn't home. "Oh! Um, come in," Vicki replied, "I could actually use your help with som-"

RRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIPPP!

The instant Kara pushed the door open, the bronze-skinned babe's ASS surged outwards, obliterating the denim covering her cheeks so completely that even the Kryptonian's senses almost had her believing that it'd simply vanished like it was the will of some wickedly-grinning voyeur, watching them from the bed. But that was absurd, so she dismissed the idea. Both women felt a sudden feeling of sticky, tingling heat wash over them, the sheer pornographic sleaze of the situation - and, if pressed, both would vehemently deny that their thoughts immediately leapt to the third scene of My Girlfriend's Mom Vol. 5 - clinging to their skin like a layer of scented body oil. "Daaaaamn, girl," Kara blurted out, "you got a real culo gordo jugoso on you!"

The blonde clapped her hands over her mouth in shock at her own outburst, her body already burning with shame and arousal.