Night Donkey: Bisexual Superhero

Evil Colby Jansen and his sister Jemma sat gloating over their latest stunt: the scooper buried at the bottom of every tub of protein powder. Small move, massive pain in the ass. Night Donkey kicks the door in wearing nothing but a leather harness and the kind of hard-on you see coming from a mile away. His cock swings like a thick, veiny third arm swinging ready to wreck someone’s afternoon. Draven Navarro’s smirk says the game’s already over. Jemma spots the giant, spit-slick dick first and licks her lips. Colby tries to act tough, but his shorts tent instantly. Night Donkey doesn’t give speeches. He grabs Jemma by the hair, feeds her half that fat shaft down her throat in one shove, then spins her toward Colby. "Crawl over and finish the job," he orders. Colby hesitates, but one slap of that monster meat on his cheek and he opens wide. Three minutes later Colby’s on his knees, nose pressed to trimmed pubes, drool pouring down Night Donkey’s balls. Jemma is bent over the table, thong ripped aside, ass split wide on every brutal thrust. She keeps gasping that it’s too big; the hero keeps laughing and pounding deeper. Every time Colby swallows a spurt of precum Night Donkey slaps his cheek and feeds him a few more inches. Colby gags prettily, eyes watering, yet his own cock leaks like a busted faucet onto the tiles. Jemma is next to get flipped. On her back now, legs split by iron hands, the champion hammer-fucks her until her tits bounce wildly and the protein-powder cans rattle off the shelves. Colby crawls forward to lick her clit while the huge dick stuffs her raw. When he tries to rim Night Donkey’s swinging nuts, the hero drags his face in deeper and grinds them over his open mouth. Finally Night Donkey shoots—thick, ropey, loud. The first shot paints Colby’s tongue; the second coats Jemma’s stretched hole until it leaks down her crack. He pulls out, wipes the head across both their lips, then walks out still dripping. Their evil plan is toast; all they have left are wrecked holes and the salty taste of surrender down their throats.