Dumb Bunny

They called her Dumb Bunny but she knew she was neither dumb nor a bunny.

Well, maybe she was dumb, but she was dumb like a fox, and as for being a bunny, she had to admit that like her furry namesake, she had one big insatiable sex drive. She couldn't control herself, she just loved those fleshy lollipops. She wondered whether the rest of her Inferior 5 teammates might be better at super-heroing if she didn't leave them constantly worn out, but she knew she was safe with their cocks inside her. Yes, she'd stick to just fourplay like she'd promised her parents, and stay a virgin (though she was fairly sure that her starsign wasn't going anywhere).

Now, though, she was without her teammates, and she needed a distraction. She took off her belt, with the letters DB on it, followed by her costume, and got to work on her nubile young body. Luckily she was in no way dumb when it came to her anatomy, so while one hand fingered her booby bump, the other traveled down to her clean-shaven squelchcave. She now remembered that she'd been worried when she'd first shaved down there that, without her blonde pubes, people might not think she was a natural blonde, but weirdly no-one had ever doubted her blondeness, and besides they seemed way more interested in her carpets and drapes. Still, there was no time for such deep thoughts, as she got on with things, her fingers plunging in, searching for her joybuzzer and woo-woo pedal.

She moaned, tossing her head back, as her fingers unleashed their magic.