Sue Storm's Field Collapses

Porkum could never have broken through the Invisible Woman's forcefield through brute ****. It was the psychological impact of his pounding prick that burst her shield of **** like a bubble. The biochemical warfare of his pheromones that rendered Susan Storm wet and dripping, unable to maintain the concentration and focus necessary.

So the cock plunged forward, unimpeded.

Right into Sue Storm's gaping mouth.

Warm fuckmeat slammed into the back of the heroine's throat, her mouth immediately stretched to its limit. Her head slammed against the wall and she gagged as a flavor filled her mouth.

Cock.

Nothing like her husband's dick. This was the flavor of prick she had imagined as a young woman when she had first seen pictures of oral sex. There was salt, sweat, semen, and above and behind it all an overpowering masculine musk that made her pussy spontaneously gush like a bitch in heat. Sue's eyes watered and tears ran down her eyes as her whole body seemed pinned against the wall by the stiff shaft that speared her.

Drool ran over her lips, and a foul, sticky precum oozed down the back of her throat. Sue Storm gagged...but each time, more of the slimy goo that leaked from the pig-man's prick found its way down her throat. Until at last, she overcame her body's revulsion and lay pinned and momentarily helpless.

Porkum huffed, nostrils flaring, his arms resting on the wall as he leaned forward. Small dark eyes glittered in triumph and excitement. His cock was in the Invisible Woman's mouth. That was progress.

"You want me to let you go?" he rumbled, his voice low in his chest. Sue couldn't even nod her head. Her legs had given out, and she was weak, head swimming with psychoactive chemicals she couldn't even name. "Swallow what I give you, and I'll let you crawl out of here."

Sue Storm had ****.