Constrictor realized it was important to meet up with Shocker and find out what the FUCK was going on here. But he wouldn't have become a supervillain in the first place if he hadn't been just a teensy bit selfish. And hell, if Herman was spending his time making out with a hot super-babe, he was obviously in no hurry.
So Frank smiled, and said, "Sure."
Thundra grinned. She undid her belt, then hooked her thumbs into the belt-loops on either side of her wide, womanly hips, and began tugging her pants down, past her powerful thighs, slowly but surely revealing her long, muscular legs. She kicked the red fabric pooled around her ankles away, then turned around and knelt with her ass up in the air.
Like many supervillains, Frank had had his share of groupies over the years, and he'd worked with some rather delicious villainesses with a fondness for skintight and skimpy outfits; hell, he'd been on a team with not one, but two exotic dancers. But the sight of Thundra, the proud, powerful Femizon who would not shut up about her ability to beat any man, on her knees with her face down and her cheeks up was the single hottest thing he'd ever seen. He was hard as a rock. He tried to spit on his hands so he could lube himself up, but his mouth was dry. Fortunately, he was already leaking precum.
Praying that he wouldn't prematurely ejaculate, he stepped forward and...
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