Beast Babe asks her pet to clean her up

Molly soon slips off of Beast Babe's fingers and collapses in a dripping heap on the floor. Her breath ragged, she inhales deeply a few times as her senses return to her.

The hero doesn't give her much time to recover. "Here girl! Come here, girl!" Molly instinctively pushes herself back up onto her hands and knees. Her pussy juice is dripping down her leg and there's drool on her chin, but she doesn't fix it, instead turning to the call. She finds two fingers offered in front of her face, dripping and smelling like pussy. "Here girl, clean me up." After a brief moment of hesitation, Molly opens her mouth wide and takes the fingers in, slurping and licking her own fluids off the hero's fingers. She can taste her own pussy, but the thought is overpowered by the urge to obey.

Her eyes closed as she cleans off the fingers, she doesn't realize as Beast Babe uses her other hand to slowly undo the zipper on her outfit. It reaches all the way from her cleavage down to her belly button, and after unzipping it fully, Beast Babe starts to pull herself out. She withdraws her hand from Molly's mouth, who whimpers softly without anything to suck on. Her disappointment is short-lived as she sees the powerful figure of her hero standing up to her full height and stripping off her outer layer. Soon she's standing in nothing but a sports bra and plain panties. Molly's heart quickens again. This woman is so powerful, so in charge. It makes sense to obey her every order. Molly was her submissive pet, as it should be.

Beast Babe sits back down. "Ah, that's much better..." She extends one bare leg out in front of Molly's face. One more whiff of the hero's intoxicating scent and the intern's eyes almost roll back in her head. She looks up at Beast Babe for permission, who nods. "Go ahead girl."