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They had just finished a fight and were in the JSA headquarters. Even Karen was sweaty, her leotard sticking to the folds of her pussy from sweat, making it almost transparent to the shape of her bush. Her thighs were sticky with sweat too. Her leotard was slightly discolored at the crotch from sweat and her camel toe.
“Hey, Syl,” Karen called over. “Come here?”
“What do you want?” Sylvester asked, floating over to her with the cosmic rod under his arm.
“Get on your knees,” Karen told him. “I need you to clean me up.”
Sylvester’s eyes sparkled in lust as he glanced down at Karen’s crotch. She nodded at him in confirmation. His mouth watered. “And will I get something out of it too?”
Karen declined to answer him, instead pushing him to his knees by pressing on his head until he descended and landed gracefully on his knees. When he was kneeling in front of her he could smell the musky scent of her sweat already. Sylvester wasn’t sure how he felt about how much that alone excited him. Karen didn’t even bother to take off her leotard, just pulling the crotch of it aside to reveal her unruly bush. While she trimmed it enough to make sure it didn’t show, that was it. Otherwise it was tangled and thick, collecting all the sweat of the day. Karen used two fingers to hold open her folds, revealing her dirty pussy.
Since she didn't wear underwear with the leotard and it wasn’t the most breathable, there was smegma collected in her folds, a whitish-yellow paste texture. It mostly gathered on either side of her clitoral hood, but some creeped its way onto her clit itself. It was clear she hadn’t gotten the chance to shower since her period ended, there being a few brown chunks of dried blood stuck to her labia and still in her entrance. Some of her pubic hair had a red tint. Her pussy itself also looked a little red from irritation. Karen pulled her fingers back to expose more of her clit, revealing more of the pasty smegma and grabbed the back of Sylvester’s head with her other hand.
She forced his face into her pussy, making him breathe in the pungent, fishy smell of her pussy. He started by licking at the dried blood around her vaginal entrance, surprised that it still had the metallic taste. He worked his way up to the thicker, more pasty smegma around Karen’s clit, using her tongue to carve it out of her fold. It had a slightly mushroom-y taste and the act was getting Sylvester hard in his costume. He knew he shouldn't like this as much as he did- he shouldn’t like the taste or the act but he couldn’t help the fact that he was a freak who did. And his embarrassment at being a freak only made him more excited.
He started to suck at the more liquid, cummy smegma around Karen’s clit itself, moaning at the sour taste of her clit. And he could tell Karen was getting wet too. Karen pushed him away from her then, using a finger to swipe at her clitoral hood and check his work. She had no intention of coming from Sylvester’s mouth- he was more like a showerhead or a washcloth to her than a sexual partner.
“Thanks for cleaning me up. Got a date with Helena tonight after all!” She patted the top of his head heavily, giving him just a little praise. She let her unitard crotch fall back over her pussy, covering it again and made for the window to leave.
“Can I cum?” Sylvester asked her, putting out his bottom lip.
She looked at him with her lip curled in disgusted confusion. “Why would I care?”
That was more hurtful to Sylvester than if she had told him no. If she told him no, then at least she cared enough to deny him. Sylvester whined, puppylike as she flew out the window.
He was still hard.