Sue Storm Stares At Porkum's Cock Like A Slack-Jawed Slut

For a few moments, the Invisible Woman had an opportunity. To attack, to escape, to call for help. To do something. Anything.

Instead, she stood as still as a statue. Eyes fixed on the last drop of cum that oozed in a thick, white drop from the tip of Porkum's prick. Knees a-quiver as his baby batter slid down the blue unstable molecule fabric that covered her thighs. If not for that cloth barrier, his swimmers would already be trying to find their way into her pussy.

It was hypnotic. Sue had been hypnotized before, and she recognized the signs in herself. The way her eyes followed every pulse and sway. How her body relaxed, the terror and tension drained out of her as she seemed to melt into the wall behind her. Until her ass hit the floor, legs stretched out.

The heroine found her gaze drawn through the hole in her invisible **** field, which hung like a ring of spunk in mid-air. The back of her head rested against the hole drilled in the wall. Porkum's dick-stink was still in the air, but more than anything she could smell his cum. It made her almost dizzy, but her eyes remained locked on the pink muscle as Porkum caught his breath.

A part of Sue Storm knew she should move. Especially as Porkum heaved himself back to his bowed legs. His dick rose in a magnificent sweep, like a serpent that lifted its head from a basket at the sound of a flute. Sue could hardly breathe...but found her jaw had opened on its own. Saliva overflowed her mouth, and yet she couldn't bring herself to move.

Like some slack-jawed slut, the Invisible Woman sat frozen as Porkum fed his erection back through that hole. The scrape of his prick against the invisible walls was almost like a nail being dragged across her brain...and when at last Porkum's immense balls pressed against the lower curve of the shield, the cock hovered only half an inch from Sue Storm's lips.

"Hmm, almost," Porkum said. "But not quite. Think you can help me out a little?"