“I will find a way to, ooooh, to stop touching myself,” Argent growled. The superheroine glared defiantly at the Dominator, even as her fingers thrust deep within her dripping pussy.
“Really?” the supervillain asked with a wicked grin. “And then what?”
Argent’s body trembled with bliss. She could hardly stay on her feet. But she muttered. “I will … make you … oh god … make you pay!” For a moment, a look of pleasure banished the defiant expression of her face.
The Dominator laughed. “Make me pay for what?”
The superheroine struggled to control her ragged breathing. “For trying … to make me … obey … you. OH GOD!”
As the last two words escaped her lips, Argent’s passion-drenched flesh exploded with bliss as an orgasm rocked through her body. Each time she said “obey you”, the pleasure increased, bringing her to greater and greater heights of ecstasy.
Within minutes, the only words Argent could speak while looking weak-eyed into the Dominator’s face were “obey you.”
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