Superman's sucking grew more intense, his tongue not only licking the glans but also probing the coronal sulcus. His lips completely engulfed Ryan's member, each swallow deeper than the last.
The control panels were splattered with white fluid, and Ryan's uniform was soaked with sweat. Despite their critical situation - stranded on a deserted island with a damaged ship - the two seemed to have forgotten everything else, completely immersed in their lustful encounter.
The medical glass container they had used earlier was already empty, but Superman showed no intention of stopping.
The air inside the capsule became humid and sticky, filled with the smell of sweat and semen.
The spacecraft echoed with lewd slurping sounds and Ryan's suppressed moans."Captain... so delicious.." Superman murmured between sucks, his voice filled with pleasure and desire. His tongue circled the glans, sometimes rapidly flicking the coronal ridge, making Ryan spasm again.
Ryan sat in the pilot's seat, wave after wave of pleasure assaulting his nerves. Every tongue stimulation triggered new ejaculations, white fluid continuously spurting from his member and being greedily swallowed by Superman.
Inside the cramped and damaged capsule, Superman remained kneeling before Ryan, his lips pressed against the captain's glans. The toxin's effects kept him going, his tongue still working diligently on the most sensitive tip, occasionally flicking rapidly with his tongue.
The rescue spacecraft was suddenly hit by enemy fighters that had been following them. The violent impact shook the entire cabin, but fortunately, the ship made a safe landing on a deserted island. The front hull was damaged, but critical systems remained intact.
His free hand now moved to Ryan's sac, massaging and kneading the sensitive flesh while his mouth continued its relentless assault on the captain's shaft.