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“Would you look at that? Superman is hooked onto my cock!”, Parasite gleefully shouted as he did small jumps, boung Superman just by his dick like a loose c.

The hard jabs aided by gravity and the humiliation of being played like a fleshlight were just too much for the Man of Steel, and cum sprouted out of his hard cod into Parasite. After the latest strands of Kryptonian cum were absorbed, the Man of Steel could not even touch the floor, muscular limbs dangling helplessly in front of Parasite’s tree-trunks of legs. Delighted, Parasite kept boung his super fleshlight, urging it to cum again.

“Ah yes!”, replied Parasite softly. Snap we

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bsp;to the debauched former archetype of perfect masity. As Parasite, who was now at least a full head taller than his superhero fleshlight, loosened his bear hug, Superman cried out in pain and pleasure as his glorious glutes slid down the long cod slapped against Parasite’s pelvis. Superman’s toes could only graze the crete. The Man of Steel was dangling off the floor just by having his ass skewered by Parasite’s cock!

“Stop it! Put me down!”, Superman cried, as he tried to hold back his tears of humiliation.