Her fingers padded over his chest, traipsing over his broad pecs, down to his chiseled abs. Fingertips exploring the sweat-sodden material of his costume, how it poured into the lines of his musculature.
She-Hulk husked in his ear: "You shouldn't have gotten me so worked up, Superstud. Because I'm going to fuck you the moment we get out of this thing. And until then, I'm going to make sure you're just as turned on as I am." She bit the lobe of his ear. "Even Chesty here isn't going to be able to handle your dick with how hot I make you."
Kon smiled cockily. "What makes you think I have to wait until we get out of here to fuck you? Close your eyes, green queen, I'm giving you a reach-around."
He gripped Jen's thick thighs with both hands, fingers sinking into the firm flesh to ensure he didn't lose his grip. And he put all his focus on the tactile telekinesis he brought to bear on her Amazonian body.
Jen's brow furrowed in wonderment at what he meant, then she felt it. Her lips were parted against her will, letting in a phallic intrusion--filling her mouth, bulging down into her throat. It felt exactly like a cock fucking her face, only she couldn't see anything there. And another such penetration pushed into her cunt, squeezing up her channel, so big and long it seemed determined to meet the oral impalement in her stomach.
"
Mmmmpphhh!?"
she gasped, her grip tightening on Kon as she boggled at what he was somehow doing to her.
"Tactile telekinesis," Karen said, cooing as a jolt went through Kon's prick and brought a brief spark of heat to her well-used sex. He was certainly enjoying what he was doing to Jen. "If you haven't heard him explain it, wait a few minutes, he'll--"
Then Kon buried his face in Karen's chest. Not biting or sucking on her plump breasts, but most definitely basking in having their warm, soft heft cushioning his head while he focused his telekinetic concentration on Jen.
Jen wiggled her ass against whatever was thrusting in to her, feeling it slickly push into her sex. Something enormous piercing through her inner muscles, rubbing her folds with a blissful warmth.
The greater the presence inside her swelled, the harder she worked her mouth on the invisible force there. Closing her eyes, she could most definitely believe that she was being fucked,
something
tangible pressing into her orifices, demanding entry with all the vehemence of a real man's erection.
She screamed silently, unable to even gurgle with her throat blocked by the force pushing into her gullet. She still devoured it eagerly, sucking on it, her sense memory enthralled by the thought of it being a real prick. The more she acted like it was there, the more it seemed to
be there.
She groped Kon's muscular chest, trying to signal to him how she wanted more, or at least something a little different. As much as she liked giving blowjobs, she knew subconsciously that this one couldn't end in the cum-shot she craved. So she wanted the same feeling below her waist. One of these not-there cocks in her asshole to join the one that was in her cunt.
Kon was no dummy, though. He could tell Jen wanted
something