They had called me a few times asking for an interview or quotes. I gave my standard response: As long as they marked Fact or Speculation and followed... that up, I would let them write what they wanted. Justice was very reputable. “Looks that way.”“Are you the first non-Hero to make the cover?”“I haven’t paid attention. Go ahead and read. We won’t be getting much done today.”“The top three minds worldwide are Strife, Gallant then you.” I nodded. “I made 5th of the upcoming Heroes? How?” I nodded.. .. You bury your face against me, all of my shaft in your mouth, sucking me as hard as you can.... You slide your face off of me and when I slide out of you mouth, I'm met with a loud "pop".... The head of my cock is bulging, and pulsing.... II lie down upon the lounge, my cock standing straight up in the air as you dance in front of me... You turn around and face away from me, backing up over the top of me, and you squat down on my dick, burying it to the hilt inside your depths.... As you sit. Moving her body seductively, Clarissa teased me like a stripper, pressing my face between her tits, swaying in rhythm to the seductive music and of course, I couldn’t resist the urge to place a huge wet lick right up the valley of her magnificent bosoms.I was breathless in heavy hanging heaven, when Clarissa stood up and let the robe fall off of her shoulders and onto the floor. Goddamn! Her tits were monstrous, her thighs thunderous and that big beautiful dough-like belly begged for me to dive. .mmmm ...yess.." I grabbed onto her asscheeks in much the same way Superman grabs his suit lapels in a phone booth. She pushed harder bending a bit at the knees while squeezing the tufts of my hair she held with her hands. She held and bucked my face like a cowboy on an angry bronco. I felt I was suffocating when at last she suddenly released me, and gently slumped to hers knees beside me. "That was sooo good," she cooed as she nibbled at the tops of my man-breasts.She leaned against me, arms.