Contortioness hated fighting telepaths. They were creepy, no matter how sexy they looked. Even with her enhanced flexibility, Contortioness hadn’t been able to capture the villainess Psychosomatique earlier this afternoon. It hadn’t been for lack of trying, but every move she tried, the gorgeous criminal psychic had been prepared, as though she knew it was coming.

As bad as Psychosomatique’s escape had been, the fight itself had been worse. Knowing that the heroine couldn’t lay a finger on her, Psychosomatique had taken delight in taunting Contortioness as she dodged every blow: Your fighting style makes you look like a sex kitten. How can you move like that and not fall out of your costume? I like that position, it looks like you’re kneeling before me. I bet your hair is bound just as tightly as your inhibitions, they’ll both feel better when they’re let loose.

For some reason, the comment about her tightly-braided hair really needled Contortioness. When she’d first gained her superpowers, she’d gotten her hair tied in knots many times before devising the perfect braid. Her careful arrangement of her hair was a point of pride, not something to be mocked.

That night, alone in her apartment, Contortioness ran a bath and slipped out of her superhero costume. As she unwove her hair from its confining braids, she found herself thinking about Psychosomatique. How piercing her eyes were as they gazed into her own. How beautiful her body must be underneath her clothing. How arousing her touch must be, guided by her telepathy.

By the time the last lock of her hair came free, Contortioness was on her knees, three knuckles deep in her own dripping pussy. She was too turned on to be shocked when Psychosomatique strolled through door.

“I see that my psychic nudge got you to let your hair down, little heroine. I promised you would feel better when you did. We both will. Open wide.”

Contortioness spread her lips and fingered herself faster as Psychosomatique straddled her face. As she lapped at the dominating psychic’s dripping pussy, a new thought popped into Contortioness’s mind. She may have hated fighting telepaths, but she loved fucking them.

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