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"Should we head off to the concert now, darling?" Parker Jameson asked as she stood in her hubby's office.
"In a moment, sweetheart."
She heard the click as he locked the door.
"First I'd like to fuck my lovely wife's lovely butt on my own desk." He advanced on her with a leer.
The former Spider-Man's porcelain-pale face blushed red. Jonah could be so lustful and domineering at times. Not to mention large, well-hung, and very, very rich.
"Ohhh, take me, you stud," the trophy wife whispered as she spread her legs.
* * *
Zatanna sneered as she stared at the mewling pack of kitty ladies. This was good. A sexy witch like her needed a black cat familiar and now she had a whole set!
"Mistress!" Catwoman moaned.
"Shut-up!" Zatanna snarled as she slapped Catwoman's face with her riding crop. You think kitties are supposed to talk? Stac laer ekil klat seissup uoy lla!"
All of them began to meow and caterwaul, unable to form human words.
"Now slrigtac laer ekil kool seissup uoy lla!"
They all grew whiskers, tails, and pointed cat-ears, while their fingers and toes started to better resemble paws.
"Perhaps," Zatanna said as she stroked her riding crop. "My own pack of horny pussies."
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