a hand falls to the top of the alienโs head and shoving him to the floor below. towering over him, drunk with power as he lifts a sneaker up to press down on his chest, keeping him pinned to the ground.
yeah? is that what you were sent here for? to worship some hot humans?
rubbing his bicep back & forth against his willing mouth, forcing him to kiss along the peak of his bicep.
thatโs right. worshiping humans is what you alien sluts were made for.
bringing his bicep right up against clarkโs face, muscle taut against his features as his other hand falls into the back of his hair & holds him there.
what do you think, supes? seem like i work out?
imagine what theyโll think when youโre flying through the city choking down my cock, with my thighs locked around your head to keep you in place.
no need to worry, babe. thereโs a real man to lead the way.