t felt so. good. Clark’s right hand stayed on Randy’s skull, and soon it was joined by his left hand, as both of them kept pressing Randy’s moist mouth onto the leaking Kryptonian member.

Soon, the pleasure was too much for the sexually-inexperienced Kansan. “I’m - I’m cumming!”, exclaimed Clark as he tried to pull Randy off his cock. But Randy stayed put, as Clark deposited volleys after volleys of nutrient-rich Kryptonian cum down the weling throat. Clark gasped as Randy’s tongue kept swirling around his sensitive head even after he had came, as if trying to tease out more of his thick, white cum.

Randy stood up from between Clark’s long legs, his body glowing purple while his muscles stretched out uhe spandex. Finally putting two and two together, Clark turo run out the locker room door.

But the blond jock - and yes with his new growth spurt, Parasite did now qualify as a jock - was quicker. He pushed Clark back down onto the bench, grabbed him by the head and shoved his hard, 6-inch dito the kryptonian’s mouth.

Clark gagged at the oral invasioried to push Randy - no, Parasite - away, but to no avail. The grip over his head was just to. Clark could only gag and whimper as Parasite shoved his d out, going so far as to pee his throat.

Eventually, Parasite’s cock erupted inside Clark’s mouth. Clark gagged again, cum running down his dimple. With each volley of cum gushing down his throat, Superma like he was drinking liquid exhaustion. As Parasite scoped up the stray strands of fluid from Clark’s face, and shoved them down his slaed mouth, Clark’s eyelids got too heavy to hold up any longer.