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“Ugh!”. Superman tugged at the s hanging from the ceiling for support, as Parasite’s cobarded his prostate from behind. “Why isn’t he leaving? He must have been going at it for hours by now”, Superman thought iween the waves of pleasure emanating from his prostate. The sounds of Parasite’s waist clapping against Superman’s glutes filled the dark room, apanied by the blond muscleman’s grunts, Superman’s moans, and the metal s’ gs.

“sider this as a reminder not to try and escape again”, Parasite growled as he pummelled harder into the superhero’s still-tight pussy.

“Ahh - ahhh - ahhhhh!”, exclaimed Superman in pleasure as thick, white cum sprayed out of his cock.

Panting from the exertion, Superman could almost see his refle in the puddle of Kryptonian cum on the floor in front of him. “This must be my twelfth time today”, the Man of Steel thought, “or was it the thirteenth?”

Suddenly, Superman saw something which cut through the sexual fog over his brain. His puddle of

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