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

Shared Surrender—3:15. Detective Don Sudan steps into the gym, ancient book open, that black-barreled hybrid kryptonite ready to gut them both. Power Gurl and Super Gurl freeze, palms slammed against their soaking cunts. They drop, shaking, voices cracking. "What’s happening to us?!" They’re writhing on the mats when he looms overhead. Control snaps; they crawl like bitches in heat until their chins bump the zipper. "I gotta have it," Super Gurl rasps, yanking his thick BBC free. Double throat, gagging wet, saliva spilling down his balls—they don’t even try to pace themselves. They sprawl on the weight bench. He plunges between slick holes—first Cory, balls slapping hard—then switches to Gigi. "Never this fucking horny," Power Gurl grits while her walls flutter around him. Cory latches onto Gigi’s fat tits, tonguing swollen nipples until she shakes. Both cunts pulse and cream in quick succession; he leaves a slick shine on each shaft withdrawal. Cory slurps him clean off Power Gurl’s soaked pussy, then they knee-up, asses high. He sinks back into Super Gurl from behind, drives deep until she claws the bench pads. Switches to Gigi, pounds her until her second orgasm coats his cock in cream. Power Gurl pulls free, spits on his tip, licks him glistening. Back into doggie, he rails Super Gurl’s dripping gash while finger-hooking Power Gurl beside her—both bodies jolting. Super Gurl flips to missionary, spread wide; Power Gurl straddles her face, tits shoved into Cory’s gasping mouth. "Every time you suck, I feel weaker," Gigi moans. "That fat black dick’s rearranging my super guts," Cory whimpers around a nipple. Power Gurl lowers her soaked cunt onto Super Gurl’s tongue while Detective Sudan keeps hammering. Super Gurl pushes him back, drops to her knees. "Fuck her till you’re ready, then paint my tongue," she begs. Gigi lies flat on the bench again; he rails her while Cory waits with mouth open beside her. When he’s close, Gigi scrambles down. Side by side, tongues out, they take the heavy spurts—thick ropes across their lips, throats working in greedy swallows until every drop’s gone.