eeze Parasite’s cock out of his hole, but it was too little, too late. The blonde muscleman’s powerful member just rammed away aance of his anal muscles. If anything, Parasite got more aroused, “Yeah, slut! Tighten that pussy around your Master’s dick!"

“What should - ah - I do? Think, Clark - ahh! Think - ahh! No! Ahhhh!”. Superman’s of thoughts were interrupted by an even menerous eruption from his cock. Superman’s eyes widened in shock as his own cum stopped mid-air, and then u-turning, strands gliding past his pronounced oblique muscles.

The blond muscleman behind him stood still as his flawlessly smooth skin weled the cum, rippling and glowing purple. The Man of Steel yelped as Parasite’s cock grazed his G-spot just from expanding. Parasite smirked; he felt the Kryptonian shiver around his dick, too.

Parasite leisurely started fug Superman again, this time cupping his hands on the hard, round pecs of steel while caressing the perky nipples. Pulling Superman’s back upright and rubbing tight against his own torso, Parasite realised he was now taller than the Man of Steel himself, with broader shoulder, bigger biceps, and from what his hands was telling him, thicker, wider and harder pecs as well.

Parasite grinned; he wanted more! With that thought, he placed his hands on Superman’s shoulders, pushing him as far forward as the metal s would allow, and rapidly jackhammered his d out, in and out of Superman’s meaty ass. He felt himself shooting deep into the superslut’s pussy, but with such a sweet, tight t, who would want to stop?