So many of the league have been lost to torm. No matter who they send at her, one at a time, they just never come back. So now they've sent in Emerald Fire. Part of the corps that brought down galactic threats of all kinds. So let's see how well she can stand up against Storm.

She goes for the direct approach. Straight into lair. But upon arrival she discovers that no one is there. No Storm or any of the teammates she's lost. There's nothing in the jail cell but a few odd paintings. That is, until Storm comes home and finds that a new tasty morsel has let herself in to her home and lair. Take out is even better when you don't have to c*ll for it.

Emerald Stands proud and solid in her resolve of becoming victorious. Alas, it is one of Storm's greatest pleasures to shatter this very resolve in others in the most humiliating ways possible. By taking control of their bodies through shear brute he just slams through E.F. and into the wall. Several knees into the midsection, a ch*ke lift a quick wedgie should suffice as an adequate hello. She wouldn't want E.F. to fell unwelcome.

But Emerald just isn't in an accepting mood it would seem. She tries to push and punch Storm into submission. Yet her hardest effort can't even stop her from laughing. So each punch or push earns her a number of seconds with her green panties wedgied up her bubbly *ss and sweet p*ssy. Who knew panties could stretch so far. It's amazing they haven't broken or ripped her in half.

Storm has finished her beatdown of Emerald Fire. She's the most recent of the League who has tried to take Storm down in her own lair. Now, instead of finding her lost friends and defeating the worst villain to ever exist, Emerald gets to become part of Storm's l*ttle harem of superheroines.

She wakes up strapped to a leather b*ndage table. She can't move and she can hear the boot steps of Storm coming back. Once she arrives with a rabbit fur paddle in her hand, the tickle and *rgasms can begin. The fur is truly just a tease for the onslaught of tickling Emerald is about to receive. Storm even brings out, THE CLAW!!!.

But it's when she brings out the hitachi that the real t*rment begins. It's so hard to deny the sensations on her clit. But even harder to actually reach the climax she's being teased with while still being tickled to How can her body handle the sensory overload?

Huxly Destroy's Emerald Fire - Full Movie - LESDOM