Terri blows John's mind!

John, still in disbelief, held his breath as Terri undid his trousers. She was, bar none, the hottest girl to ever wear Tracer tights, and here she was, tugging at his pants, practically vibrating in anticipation. Even John could tell this girl was fit to burst. She slipped off her black gloves and tossed them away, fingers trembling. Either she was about to give the most eager handjob of her life or explode. Or both.

"Ready..." Terri asked, looking up at John from the bulge in his boxers. From there, on her hands and knees and bouncing ever so slightly, she looked like an overeager puppy. She put her hands on his boxer waistband. "Set..."

John braced himself for whatever might come next."Go?"

Terri whipped John's boxers down, let out a giggle of excitement and wasted no time grabbing his cock in both hands. His knees buckled- this girl's fingers were soft, slim and sliding up and down his shaft faster than he could think. His dick swelled even further up in Terri's face, threatening to slap her in the goggles.

"Oh, God," John breathed. "Slow down..."

Terri's hands vanished. John let out a sigh of relief.

Then something hot, slick and eager slid down his shaft. Terri let out a satisfied moan. She darted up and down John's cock, wetting him with her tongue, lapping his massive cock eagerly.

John couldn't take it any more. He grunted, groaned, and felt the unwelcome rush of an orgasm push its way up his thighs. "Oh, shit, shit, I'm gonna come!"

Terri's eyes went wide. She looked down at herself- her costume- and did the only thing she could: she seized John's cock and swallowed it just in time to taste John's erupting cock.

John's knees buckled as he shot his load inside Terri's warm, wet mouth. He grunted and grabbed Terri's head, pulling her closer and leaning on her to keep from collapsing. He fired shot after shot inside her, until at last he let go, panting and spent.

Then he realized he'd been holding her tight for God knew how long. He pulled his hand aside, knocking her wig off. She pulled off his cock and gasped for air.

Under her spiky wig, Terri's short, natural brown hair was drenched in sweat that dripped down her forehead. Her goggles were completely fogged up. Her lips dripped with the full load of hot, sticky cum- too big a load for her mouth. Big gobs of cum had already fallen on the white neck of her bomber jacket.

"Sorry," John apologized. He reached for the first thing he could find in the merchant's storage unit. "Um, here. Use this t-shirt to clean up."

Terri wobbled for a second, dazed, cum still dripping from her lips. She took the t-shirt and wiped her lips.

"Wow," Terri mumbled through the cotton. "You've... got a lot of spunk."

"I'm... not sure if I should be embarrassed." John said. He hitched up his pants, grabbed Terri's wig and held it for her while she tried to keep herself decent. "That was amazing."

"Yeah," Terri nodded. She set the t-shirt down with a grin. "Brilliant!"