Chapter 7 by MoteDog

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Power Girl and the Neurotic

The neurotic Stanly had once asked himself why octopuses and praying mantises and other stupid males could allow their mates to kill them. His aching cock was telling him why! He felt like he would die if he didn't get off!

Trembling, he approached the raising but still Power Girl. It was like she was hovering in mid-air, waiting for him. And her steaming wet pussy was at the level of his cock!

Gulping, he unbuckled and unzipped his pants, then pushed them and his briefs down. His cock sprang out, relieved to be released from its confine. But to have full and absolute relief, it insisted it had to be tightly confined again, not by cotton but satiny hot cunt! Treating the comic's white background as a wall, he leaned against it while his other hand brought his raging hard-on to the parted hole. Its swampy interior was twitching, ready to gnaw on his man-thing. Superly!

Dare he trust her?

Overheated and sweating, he glanced up into Power Girl's printed face.