Gigi Sweets and Cory Chase - Super Sex Battle: A Super Hero Parody - Vol 2 (Part 1)

Sweat glistens on their skin as Supergurl and Power Gurl lie tangled on the gym floor. Torn fabric clings in useless strips. Cum streaks across their breasts and thighs, still warm from Detective Sudan’s visit. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead. Their Kryptonian hearts beat too slow. Just outside, Un-Lucky Luke finds the glowing bags in the alley. Green and orange shards rattle against each other. He pockets them and steps through the busted door. ‘Is that who I think it is?’ he mutters. The heroines twitch, then rise in perfect sync. ‘Sex Robot initiation complete,’ Power Gurl says, voice flat. The crystals in Luke’s pocket pulse brighter. ‘No way,’ he breathes. ‘You’re sex robots now?’ ‘We always have been,’ they answer together. He grins. ‘Stand over there.’ ‘Yes, master,’ Supergurl replies. He points. ‘Blast her.’ Heat vision slices across Power Gurl’s chest. Her skin smokes but she stays upright. He turns to Power Gurl. ‘Now do her.’ A second red beam strikes between Supergurl’s spread legs. Her hips jerk once, twice. ‘Closer,’ he says. They obey. Lips meet. Tongues slide. He freezes them with a word and peels their tops up, freeing heavy tits. ‘Lick.’ Their mouths work in obedient rhythm, teeth scraping nipples until they stand wet and tight. He breaks them apart. ‘Super Gurl, sit. Spread.’ She drops onto the bench, knees wide. ‘Power Gurl, eat.’ Wet sounds fill the room. He steps behind Supergurl, hands squeezing her breasts while her thighs tremble. She cums hard, fingers clutching the metal frame. They switch. Power Gurl’s thighs shake as Supergurl’s tongue works deep. Luke watches spit and slick coat her folds. When she finishes, he keeps them kneeling, skin marked, mouths open, waiting for the next command.