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Kon gave it to her just a little more and Tana arched her spine, beating her head against the back of her chair. Kon grabbed her cranium, letting his hand absorb the impact of the blows as she kept throwing it back in her attempt to bear the pleasure of what he was doing.

Tana tried to cry out, but nothing came. Sweat slicked between her heaving breasts and she felt an intensity bordering on pain stinging in her clit and around the rim of her asshole. It felt as if her joints were locking up with how vehemently she held herself, trying to clench her body against all she was feeling. Again and again she twitched, jerked, her body bouncing obscenely in her seat.

Then Kon gave her even more.

“AGGHHH!” Tana found her voice, her lips purple with how swollen they’d become as she pinched them together.

Kon’s hand was instantaneously slapped over her mouth, keeping anyone from hearing her wail with his palm blocking it up. More and more delirious cries flew from her throat and were stopped by Kon’s palm.

The immensity of her sensations was incredible—she felt like her flesh was parting at the seams, trying to take it all. Her skull bulged and bloated, trying to hold in the frenzied thoughts inside. She wondered if anyone was looking at her—how could they not see Kon gagging her with his hands, keeping her from broadcasting her very obvious distress? The smell of her own wet arousal filled her flaring nostrils.

Then, humiliatingly, her orgasm erupted, her thighs rippling with Kon’s inner massage while her pussy snapped shut on the phantom intrusion and spasmed, again, again. She rocked her head from side to side fast enough to blur her face, her legs kicking out or trying to, but Kon’s power held them down, so she could make no noise, only come and come and…

Tana couldn’t take anymore. Her eyes drifted back in her skull and she blacked out, thudding against Kon’s shoulder with her cream running down her thighs. Kon took his hand away from her drooling mouth and looked around innocently.

No one seemed to have noticed. And if they did now, all they would see was a hardworking reporter catching up on some much needed rest.

Kon leaned his own head back and luxuriated in the feel of the sated Tana enjoying her nap against his body. He knew she led a stressful life, not least of all due to him. Maybe that massive orgasm he’d given her would help her sort her serotonin out.

He knew, like Roxy, that Tana frequently brooded or anguished or ‘Tim’d’, as Kon thought of it. He never could seem to get to the source of the problem; the girls might’ve trusted his sexual prowess to take care of their needs, but they didn’t extend that trust to him being able to attend to their emotions.

Kon didn’t want to push it, but the fact that both his chicks were unhappy took a lot of the fun out of having two girlfriends. It meant he was twice as crappy a boyfriend when both of them weren’t having as awesome a time as you’d think it would be to date Superboy.

Not that either of them really were dating Superboy. Roxy was less a girlfriend than a friend with benefits who was a girl, while Roxy was very clear that they weren’t dating, just in a relationship. Hence why he couldn’t fuck her in front of everyone, he had to do it secretly. Well, that was one of the reasons.