Night Donkey: Bisexual Superhero

Evil Colby has the scooper buried at the bottom of the tub, heavy plastic. Jemma's smirk sharpens like cut glass. Night Donkey's cape snaps when he bursts in, boots planted, mask half-slipping. The room smells like chalk and lust. "You two have gone too far," he growls. The donkey dick swells inside his suit, coiled like a live wire ready to arc. Jemma licks her bottom lip. Colby laughs low, cock outlined through his jeans. Tension drips thick as motor oil. Jemma peels her shirt off, nipples tight. Colby unzips, fat dick slapping skin. Night Donkey drops the mask, drops his codpiece. The three of them hit the cold floor like a closing fist. Colby takes the hero's rim first—slow slide, deep grind. Jemma spits on her brother's shaft, guides it in Night Donkey's throat, gagging wet and filthy. Colby fucks like punishment, pounding prostate while his sister bites the hero's shoulder red. The scooper dangles like some plastic shit pendant over the tub beside them, forgotten. Night Donkey flips Jemma, spreads her wide, donkey cock grinding in without mercy. Colby strokes himself above her open mouth, ropes landing on tongue and throat. Every thrust knocks the protein tub, sends the scooper skittering along the bottom. Jemma comes first, shaking, squirting hot and obscene against Night Donkey's balls. Colby works two fingers into the hero, curling mercilessly, forcing a second load out of the heavy length buried in Jemma. They finish tangled, breathing broken, sweat in the mouth, mouths saying nothing but satisfaction.