I don't remember much of this broad, Tabatha Tucker. I do remember that after a long day of fighting crime I was injured to the point where I couldn't walk. I came back home to find this fine piece of ass using my couch for her pussy manipulation needs.I used my massive intellect and verbal skills to convince her that getting superhero goo would only benefit her. Her warm mouth was a nice garage for my dick. In fact, her breathing through her nose kept my balls warm so it was win/win all the way. With her bad dye job on top of what she calls a "head" I knew it couldn't be that long before she was licking up my seed like a hungry dog. No amount of therapy is going to erase the memories of me dumping ounce after ounce of baby batter down her throat and that's the way I like it.