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She cupped his balls with free hand, squeezing and massaging, and his cock pulsed even more urgently in her desperately milking lips.

“I’m gonna come, MJ! Oh shit, I’ve got what you want, here’s what you want! AHHH!” His thick cum spurted out, rocketing into the roof of Mary Jane’s mouth and from there, down her throat.

Mary Jane swallowed so instinctively that it was like his cum was forcing its way through her throat muscles, making her take all its potent heat. But her desperation to please him wasn’t allayed. She kept feverishly jerking and sucking his cock, with all the cum it had to offer her.

Peter writhed helplessly, pulling Mary Jane’s crimson hair while his prick continued to flood her mouth with semen. Even with Mary Jane slavishly gulping so much down, she couldn’t catch it all. Some bubbled around Peter’s cock and ran down his chin, as if to mark what a cum slut she was.

Somehow, Mary Jane felt as if by so greedily swallowing what he’d given her, she’d elicited even more seed from Peter. No matter how much she took, he would always give her too much.

“Holy shit, tiger, I can’t believe you had that much for me! Maybe the Wonder Twins really aren’t fucking you—the morons,” Mary Jane laughed, lifting her mouth from his aching erection and licking the escaped droplets of cum from her lips. “I’ll have to skip breakfast in the morning if you give me a load like that every night.”

Peter smiled at her, his manhood still throbbing so hard over his belly that it threw off flecks of Mary Jane’s saliva. “You want a load like that every night?”

Mary Jane’s grin widened, in mirror of his own. “Why? Can you give me more?”

Peter’s cock ached from the ferocious ejaculation she’d gotten out of him, but Mary Jane’s pussy was even sorer, hot and wet and knowing exactly what it should feel: that big dick that had just been in her mouth, but now down between her legs, where it could do the most good. Even Mary Jane’s ass tingled, wanting to get in on the act.

Mary Jane felt like lust personified and she liked it. Peter was one hell of a lot of man; she was woman enough to take him. She’d take that over alternate universe superpowers any day.

“I think you can give me more,” Mary Jane cooed, bending over Peter’s hard-on again, when a voice from behind interrupted her.

“He certainly can give you more. But don’t you think you should share?”

Mary Jane turned around, looked at Wonder Woman, and saw the same beauty she was feeling at the moment. Diana had to feel that way each and every day… maybe not so slutty. Then again, maybe she just hid it better.

It’s the dark hair, Mary Jane thought. I’ve had so much trouble with blondes, but now brunettes are really catching up.

“I forgot my tiara,” Diana said, running her hand demonstratively through her unbound tresses with the perfect amount of whimsical embarrassment. “You must be Mary Jane. Peter’s told me so much about you.”