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Felicia bit her lower lip. “I really should kick your ass for being such a dick.”

“Probably,” Kon admitted.

“So you’d better really get me off so I don’t feel like an easy lay for this.”

“Let’s be honest.” Kon lowered his voice to a husky whisper. “You’re already getting off on this.”

Felicia’s plump lips curved. Kon could be the most obtuse man at times—but that you just couldn’t get past him. “Then you might as well get off too,” she said, knowing she was almost in control of the action. And just enough out of control to make it even more exciting.

Kon clicked his teeth. “Oh, I intend to.” He reached for her breasts, taking big fistfuls of the ample flesh in his hands, cupping and squeezing them.

Felicia swooned with pleasure. “Yessss, that’s nice!” she gurgled excitedly. “At least this evening won’t be a total wash.”

“Just a whitewash,” Kon promised her, pulling Felicia to him by a pinching grip on her two straining nipples.

Felicia smiled inwardly. Thinking how ironic it was that Kon had come on so strong, but now he was putty in her hands so long as he got to fuck her.

Kon leaned over her, still caressing her proud breasts, his eyes glassy with enjoyment of their full contours. He squeezed her swollen breasts together, pushing her engorged nipples side by side. Then he stuck his tongue out, running it over both pink nubs.

“Unhhh!” Felicia moaned, her nipples spiking even more against Kon’s tongue, her breasts supersensitive as they squeezed around his gripping fingers.

For endless seconds he licked her plump breasts, almost sandpapering her nipples with the avidness of his laps. Then he opened his mouth wide and engulfed both her stiff nipples, sucking on them hard.

Felicia squeezed her thighs together—usually, feeling this much sensation, she’d cream her panties, but she wasn’t wearing any now. Kon’s lewd usage of her made her titillate her own pussy to have something to do with all her aroused feelings.

“Oohh, YES, baby, yeah!” Felicia groaned. “Show me how much you love my tits, Kon!”

Kon kept up his greedy enjoyment of her breasts while Felicia looked down to his crotch, delighted to see that his costume seemed on the verge of splitting around the obscene bulge of his erection.

Unable to help herself, Felicia ran her hand down his muscular body, tempted by all the stirring muscles of his physique, but tempted even more by his fly once she laid her fingers on it.

She quickly unzipped him. Kon was going commando under his costume. His vast hard-on popped out, walloping Felicia’s wrist like a hammer before snapping into the open air like a flagpole.

“Oh wow!” Felicia cooed. “Is that how much you wanna fuck me, Kon?”

Kon continued kissing her breasts, gnashing his teeth at her tender nipples, but he managed to mumble a response: “If I fucked you how much I wanted to fuck you, I’d smash you through floorboards until we hit basement. Lucky for you, I can hold back a little.”

“Yes, if you couldn’t, all that tight spandex would be waterlogged by now,” Felicia retorted.

“I would never deprive you like that,” Kon teased her. “I know my cum is the only thing you’re wearing home.”

Glistening precum welled up from his glanshole. Felicia gasped, feeling the liquid heat on her hand, smearing both her palm and Kon’s shaft as she continued her stroking.

“You can’t at least let me borrow your jacket?”

“Nah. You’d get cum all over it.”

“I’ll certainly try.”

Felicia pumped on his stony erection. Kon shuddered. His mouth pulled at her throbbing nipples even harder. Felicia moaned, both from how it felt and from how hard his cock was thrumming in her hand.

“I don’t want… your cock… in my hand… anymore… Kon!” Felicia breathed, hardly able to speak when her lust was gripping her throat muscles like a strangling hand.

Kon pulled his mouth away from her saliva-shiny nipples. He spoke hoarsely: “Then get down on your knees. I’ll put it in your mouth.”

Felicia’s lips twitched. She could only imagine how tight her mouth, her throat would feel as they took that massive endowment. “Don’t just put it in my mouth, Super. Fuck my mouth. Fuck the taste of your cock all the way down my throat.”

Kon quivered all over. “You’re lucky I’m a gentleman,” he grunted, tearing his jacket off, then throwing it to the ground. Felicia’s knees landed on its soft cushioning when he made her kneel.

He stood over her, almost on top of her, her breasts so large that they grazed his lean ass and brushed against the inside of his legs. His seeping cockhead he rubbed back and forth on her lips, experimenting with how they instinctively opened—kissed and sucked on his wandering knob, soliciting him to enter her suctioning mouth.

“Stop holding back—give it to me—I want it!” Felicia cried, her eyes ablaze. Kon could deny her a shiny thing here and there, but she would not take being ignored in a seduction. When she wanted a man’s cock, she got it.

Hot saliva coursed through her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and at least Kon had sense enough to slap his helmet down on her outstretched tongue, letting her taste the precum draining out of his glanshole.

“Aaahh! Yeah!” Kon groaned.

Felicia gave a low moan and circled her lips around the tip of Kon’s prick, letting its passionate twitching carry it away from her mouth only for her to suck on it and pull it back into her mouth.

She took hold of it at the thick base, holding it against her puckered lips as it tensed and fed her more precum. Then Felicia ran her tongue all over it, except for what her hand covered—she couldn’t bear to release it when it felt so good pulsing at her sense of touch.

Kon was red with passion, his nostrils flaring as he both saw and felt Felicia’s ministrations, but still he couldn’t believe what she was doing. “Yeah, you show that cock how much you like it,” Kon grunted. “Show me how much you want my cum… I’d hate to give it someone who doesn’t need it…”

Felicia purred deeply and parted her moist lips, letting his glans inside, then his entire cockhead. She slid her mouth down the length of his stiffly throbbing shaft.

“Oh yeah, you beautiful bitch! That’s it, suck it good! Suck it and make me come, damn you! I’d tell you to swallow all my cum, but there’s no way you’ll manage that! You’re about to knock down a dam! So you get to wear my cum, baby! Do you hear me? Don’t you waste any of my cum—you either wear it or swallow it!”

Unable to speak past his fat cock and unwilling to relinquish it, Felicia just nodded her head. She was thrilled by how lustful Kon was. The man could probably get any girl he wanted with his big dick and six-pack abs, but she was the only one who got to drain him. And as much as he shouted out his demands, Felicia could tell he was also completely surrendered to having her milk his prick dry.

“Oh shit, hoollly SHIT!” Kon gasped. “Yeah, baby, suck—the more you suck, the more you get. And you want all of it, don’t you, kitten? You want every last drop and you don’t care if it’s on your face or down your throat! You slut! You gorgeous slut, I’m going to give you everything you could ever ask for!”

Felicia managed to fit about half of Kon’s enormous cock into her mouth. Her sly hand rubbed up and down on the other half. Her cheeks caved in while she sucked, stroking and suckling and tonguing to make Kon feed her all the precum that could come out of him. He swayed over her, red-faced and panting at her rapaciousness.

“Geez, feels like you want my cum so much you’re gonna vacuum it outta me!” he rasped. “That’s right, suck it! Suck it and stroke it! Yeah, just like that, you amazing cocksucker! Shit, I can’t believe a chick as hot as you knows how to fuck like a fat girl too!”

“Mphrphrer!” Felicia moaned around his big cock, her mouth completely full, her eyes slashing up to his pleasured face.

“I’m not saying you are a fat girl! If I say you fuck like a whore, I’m not calling you a whore, now am I? I’m just saying you’re giving whore quality service! C’mon, I thought I was plugging up your mouth, not your ears!”

Felicia continued to suck, gulping down the precum that he dribbled onto her tongue. His erection throbbed madly on her taste buds—seeming to jump with every drop of precum it released.