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Superheroine Sex Match

The final battle pits Silver Strike, starring the sexy Remmi, of the Power Heroines against her arch nemesis Doom Strike. Silver Strike, the strongest of all the Power Heroines, easily handles Doom with her incredible strength, as she controls the televised bout and brings Doom to his knees, but he turns the tables on her with a dirty tactic and begins to go to work on her crotch. The amazingly fit and muscular heroine is weakened by his focus on her pussy and loses her powers as he pulls aside her uniform and massages her juicy pussy. Her moans are broadcast on live streaming news feeds as the world watches their beloved heroine brought to monumental orgasm causing her to cream her see through pantyhose. Doom puts an exclamation on his victory by shredding her famous uniform and the Power Heroines have now all been defeated. 1080p mp4 version shot with 3 cameras for optimal viewing experience.

Ghostbuster vs Atomic Wedgies

October 11, 2025 No Comments

Ghostbuster vs Atomic Wedgies

The arrogant Ghostbuster came to bust a ghost… but ended up screaming into her own thong. Atomic Wedgies. Again. And again. And again.
She wasn’t hired for her kindness. She was the Ghostbuster. Arrogant. Glamorous. Unbearable. Skin-tight suit, glossy ponytail, ass strutting side to side in perfect sync with the sound of her designer heels. She didn’t believe in ghosts. She believed in control. In power. In herself.
So when they sent her to banish a “harmless little spirit” — she laughed. “Please,” she sneered, rolling her eyes. “This house will be clean in ten minutes.”
But the ghost had been watching. Waiting. Smiling.
The first atomic wedgie struck like lightning. SNAP. Her thong shot up so fast it slapped across her face, wrapped tight around her forehead, and stuck. Sweat. Stink. Post-gym dampness. Her own crotch, now smothering her nose. She shrieked — high-pitched, disbelieving — as the elastic dragged deep between her cheeks, slicing forward into a brutal, merciless cameltoe.
“This is NOT ghost protocol!” she wailed, clawing at the waistband as it pulsed against her scalp, wedged up both holes, locked like a curse. But it wouldn’t come off. The panties fought back — snapping harder each time she tried, latching to her face like a second skin….