Kara Needs to Think

Notification: Message from Barbie's Step-Mommy

"Why the FUCK is Vicki texting me?!" Kara started pacing even more nervously while staring at the unopened messages guiltily.

"And WHY THE FUCK!!! Does this always happen?!" she howled in escalating frustration at her anxiety induced boner. Her femme cock bobbed wildly in front of her. The almost apple sized head felt shocking hot to the touch on her perky Kryptonian tit flesh. Her nipples instantly becoming achingly hard. Her gorgeous face and tits usually so perfectly smooth and creamy becoming visibly flushed. As usual when her willful femme cock had one of it's anxiety episodes she felt the sudden waves of **** almost giddy arousal. Every time her femme cock tapped her ample boobies another sizzling hot wave of **** horny need blazed through chest. Spreading throughout her body.

"Goddess damn it! I'm a superheroine! I'm a grown woman!"

Kara's hand involuntarily moved to her femme cock, the automatic stroking paused just for a moment as one finger teased the all too sensitive glans. The rest of her fingers clamped onto her shaft as a seemingly ethereal phantom fingers circling and zapping her clit as another probed her asshole.

"Uuu-ggh! Oh goddess that was crazy!" Kara nervously tittered as she felt precum drench her hand.

** STROKE STROKE STROKE STROKE **

Kara's whole body shuddered as goosebumps spread over her flushing skin. Hot flashes of nervous arousal flooding into her body.

** STROKE STROKE**

Her eyes never leaving her mobile phone, Her hand was involuntarily playing with her tingling & throbbing superheroine femme cock. Her wide athletic hips swished side to side and her **** automatic booty poppin' slut strut promenaded nervously as she paced on her civilian clothing spike stilettos.

"Fuck-fuck-fuck!!?!" By this point the Kryptonian super being sounded exactly like the guilty college student with a poorly thought out plan to use unlicensed alien tech to mentally recondition her girlfriend.

Kara's anxiety laden femme cock refused to go soft. Her Kryptonian physiology was actively trying to cope with the stress. Kara looked ridiculous were the half shredded yoga pants. she'd been lounging in. As usual her body was trying to help her cope with situational stress in a manner most embarrassing.

"Oh goddess! I'm so pent up, I wish I could slam into Barbie's ASS right now!" Kara babbled to herself pacing faster now. One hand holding her phone at arm's length like a snake. The other hand anxiously pumping her femme cock for all she was worth. "Fuck! I can't think with this raging femme boner taking all the blood from my head!" Kara blurted out nervously.