Captain Smashums was an amazing fucking guy. He had been in New Jersey for only a week and had already established himself as a prime player in the Super Hero industry. It was easy to overshadow local heroes like the pot-bellied Sausage-n-Peppers Man, and Eggplant Tony wasn't exactly beating away Marvel or DC with a stick for exclusive rights to his comic book. In less than 7 days, Captain Smashums had drawn some real attention to the Garden State, and super villains were lining up to be his arch nemesis.
He even had his own secret lair! Power Girl watched in utter awe as he led her down into the bleak and dank abandoned crypt. Her gloomy, mysterious new boyfriend raised a fist and immediately the ground began to shake. Cracking open beneath them, a sea of ghosts flooded the crypt, redecorating it, summoning furniture and this or that with but a snap of their incorporeal fingers. Before she knew it, the swirling tornado of souls vanished back into the underworld and she was standing in a fully furnished, totally goth looking super hero hideout, complete with stone gargoyles and atmospheric cobwebs.
The busty blond quirked an eyebrow towards the good Captain. "You can summon interior designer ghosts?"
"You'd be surprised how useful they can be." His deep, eerie voice made her tremble with desire.
Walking on those ridiculously high platform blue boots, Power Girl whistled as she slithered onto the comfy, king sized bed that the ghosts had summoned. The sheets were silk and jet black, the bedpost comprised of numerous skeletal bones. She sat up on her elbows, her plush rack nearly blocking her view as her pretty blue eyes appraised the Captain. "Wanna break this bed in?" The taste of his cum was still so heavy on her breath. Power Girl could not believe the intensity of the load he had shot down her throat just a few hours prior. She wanted that cock again, she craved him, desired his body, all rippled muscle and spooky grey skin.
Captain Smashums turned to her, seeing the pale, gorgeous figure of his woman practically begging to take him. He pointed a finger towards her, a sickly glowing green beam zapping out that immediately fizzled away her tight white outfit. A tingle coursed through her body as her costume was removed from her body, leaving her completely nude, save for those boots.
The good Captain shrugged his massive, broad shoulders. "What can I say? I like the boots."
Power Girl laughed and shivered a bit. "Is there anything you CAN'T do?" she said, in awe of her lover's potent, seemingly endless catalogue of super powers.
Peeling himself out of his suit, Captain Smashums cracked his neck to the side before laying down beside her, one strong grey hand groping at one of her pale, salmon-nippled tits. "I can't keep my hands off these fucking jugs..." He lowered his head, flicking his tongue rapidly against her soft, pale nipple, which stood erect and doing a very fine impression of a pencil eraser. He moaned and sealed his lips around her, sucking and slurping on her tit as his hand pumped greedily at the flesh he found there. His free hand made its way down her body, smoothing fingers along her completely waxed, unbelievably smooth pussy.
Kara Star laced her arms around her boyfriend's head, smothering him in warm, sweet smelling tits. Her creamy thighs spread and she moaned as he began to impishly play with her, those fingers stroking and rubbing against her, easing inside her, parting her silken, wet lips, his index and ring finger massaging her puffy pussy as his middle finger begins slowly, steady fucking her. Power Girl made a soft, sexy little moan, biting her plump lower pink lip, her body shivering and tensing at all this delicious attention.
Pulling away from her gorgeous tits, leaving them laced with pink suckle marks, Captain Smashums looked into his woman's pretty blue eyes. "You'll forgive me, but I'm not one for foreplay." Grinning, he gave the mental command for the skeletal bedpost to reach out and clutch her wrists with two skeletal hands. Power Girl yelped and struggled instinctively, but the skeletal hands were too strong for her, binding her arms up over her head.
