Sue Storm Cleans It Off With Her Tongue

I can't just leave that filthy, disgusting mess behind, Sue Storm told herself, as she unlocked the building's exterior doors. Invisible, she slipped outside. There were cars on the street, but no people. Porkum was long gone. She couldn't even smell him in the air.

Yet the heart-shaped smudge of pre-cum her had left on the clear glass doors. That remained. That had to come off.

Later, Sue Storm would tell herself that she wasn't thinking when she sank to her knees. Her breath fogged the glass. Her tongue slid along the clear surface, leaving behind a trail of saliva. To anyone around, it would have looked like an invisible sponge scraping up the cloudy pre-splooge.

Yet that didn't encompass the Invisible Woman's experience. Her desperate need as she tasted that scum of dick-filth, that tainted pre-seed from that monstrous cock. The way her pussy began to dribble pathetically, like a bitch in heat, and that strange terrible warmth flooded her body, radiating out from her crotch, cunny to hot that it felt like it would burst into flame at any moment.

Sue licked at the glass until every trace of Porkum was gone. Inside her.

Then, and only then, did she hobble back into the Baxter Building, her injured leg throbbing painfully. Licking her teeth so that she could taste him, even as she headed for the elevator.

Entirely unaware that she had accidentally left the building unlocked.