as he knocked Parasite off his cod onto the floor.

Parasite saw Superman was making a run for the door, and grabbed at one of the iic red boots. Slam! The Man of Steel face-planted onto the crete floor.

“Got you!”, said Parasite gleefully. Tearing off the pesky red cape, Parasite could finally see the ass of steel. He squeezing the twin mounds of muscle to drain some of Superman’s energy. Having now pre-empted atempt at escape, the leech ripped a hole in the red spandex, hands diviween the overflowing glute muscles to uncover a small, pink, immaculate pucker. The blond jock dived in, lig the delicious hole in worship. Superman stifled a groan as a pleasurable heat emanated from his behind.

Parasite spit some saliva onto his hands, and then shoved his right index finger into the perfect, puckered hole.

Superman yelled as his ass bur the iioried to crawl away on his stomach, only to be pulled onto all fours by Parasite, as ohen two - more fingers punctured his quaking hole.

“Stop - Ugh!”, Superman groaned as a pleasurable shiver ran through him. The Man of Steel asked himself, “What had the leech’s fingers poked against? Ugh! There it is again! Ugh! Ugh! I have to get a grip!”

“Get your fingers out of my ass!”, quivered Superman iween gasps.

“If you insist”, Parasite said, as he quickly pulled out his fingers. Superman thought Parasite had fi him, only to be dissuaded of that notion when Parasite flipped the superhero onto his back.