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Karen was the first to speak. “I think that’s enough for one night,” she said.

Clark kissed her lightly on the mouth, smelling Linda’s cunt and feeling a tingle of excitement despite his exhaustion. “We do have to pace ourselves,” he said. “I love being Superman, but I can’t do it all the time. It’s the same with you two. There needs to be some… moderation.”

“Yeah,” Linda agreed, beaching herself on Clark’s bulky body—it could easily take her tiny embrace. “Plus, it’s kinda kinky going back to work or watching a movie and knowing that whenever we want, we can find each other and do this…”

Clark gulped. A prospect like that could quickly prove addictive. Just as he might get used to having two superstrong ‘sparring partners’ and forget to hold back as consistently as he must. But at the same time, this clearly made them happy—to say nothing of himself. He would have to make sure he didn’t neglect his two lovers, now that they’d all grown used to regularly finding this ecstasy with one another.

Karen clasped him as well, her voluptuous body leaving little room for Linda’s added embrace, except that Clark was so well-built. Tall, strong, and exceedingly defined, as the girls proved to themselves by feeling out his sculpted muscles as their consciousness waned.

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