...e hurry. Ellen cried out, dropped her sandwich, and grabbed Stacy by the head and pulled her tightly against her sex. Her toes curled. Her hips pumped.
"Thank God," Stacy said, smiling and very relieved, despite the red wet ragged condition of her face. "We made it in the nick of time. Now it's safe to take this bomb off your wrist."
'Damnit Lexi, I should have known you were behind this,' Ellen thought as Stacy unhooked the watch from her wrist. She felt used and tried to summon some righteous anger, but God, it had been so hot. It was impossible to be angry after what she had just experienced. Prim and proper Stacy had just eaten her pussy again, had eaten after she had been with her boyfriend. It wasn't right, that was for sure. No, it wasn't right at all. But, could she be held responsible for Lexi's games? No, no she couldn't. Ellen was feeling better already.
Stacy was feeling better too. She may have lost her superpowers, but she was still a super girl. The Justice League still needed her. And most importantly, she had saved her roommate's life. But Supergirl or no, she needed an orgasm, and she needed to figure out some way to get Black Scorpion out of her head.
Just as Stacy t...