Super Girls

April O'Neil is obsessed with Comic-Con. Dressed like the character, she greets the next client—Dillion Harper. One look at the outfit and Dillion stops breathing. She begs April to keep the jumpsuit on and give the massage just like that. April grins, grabs the oil, and slicks her palms over Dillion's full tits and round ass. Every stroke turns slower, deeper. Heat spreads. They start talking—what it would feel like to actually be those comic-book heroes. The words stop. Mouths crash. Hands tug fabric aside. Nipples harden under greedy tongues. April climbs on, straddling Dillion’s face with that yellow belt still cinched around her waist. She rides the girl’s tongue first, then flips, burying her own face between Dillion’s slick lips. Dillion’s thighs shake. Her cries hit the ceiling as April’s tongue fucks her wet, shaved cunt harder, deeper, relentless.