So as I sipped my coffee and attempted to acclimate myself with the sunshine, chirping birds and deal with the reminance of a hefeweizen induced hangover, I thought about sexual supepowers.
Now there are endless powers that one could ask for and are only bound by ones imagination. However, I like simplicity. So while the thought of having the power to turn my tongue into a penis, grow two dicks, a cock that shakes like that quake in San Andreas or breathing though my ears, I went simple.
My cum would taste like Nuetella. Never again would a woman complain of CIM. Actually it would evolve into cum on toast, cum on fruit and cum into this Tupperware cuz I'm taking this tasty jizz home for a snack.
So that's mine....what would you choose?
I think mine would be....knowing the EXACT RIGHT TIME to ask for some pussy, when she's in the best mood to give up those panties. Any and all women, any time, any day, no matter what she's doing. Be it married, single, boyfriend, doesn't matter. If I'm in the vicinity, the moment would...'compel' me to make a move.