18+, MDNI, a lil smutty. It's "Clark Kent's a munch" and not enough "how did Clark Kent become a munch?"
Because imagine a nice spring day, picnic-in-the-park nice. His head on your lap, your fingers carding his hair, and the breeze making your dress, skirt, whatever loose thing you're wearing flutter around him. Clark leaning up to kiss you because everything is perfect and the dork loves you. The kiss is long and deep enough to make you squirm, for your thighs to rub together, for Clark to feel that familiar dampness at the center of your panties when his hands wander. Yeah he's fingered you before, tasted you on his digits after making you cum, but he’s never tasted the source.
He wants to try, only if you want it, and yeah sure you're open to it, but you're shy. Previous partners never reciprocated, more interested in taking than giving. So when you tell Clark, flippantly saying it's okay if he thinks your cunt is like... ugly or something, you unintentionally rewire something in his brain.
How could you tell Mr. Everything-Is-Beautiful that about yourself?
So yeah, Clark doesn't hesitate. Ducks his head between your thighs, pushes your panties impatiently to the side, so his tongue and nose can dive deep in your slick pussy for the first time. He greets her. Praises her. Calls her "beautiful", "responsive", "so sweet", his "new favorite meal", all said effortlessly, while you writhe on the picnic blanket, praying to God you don't strike curiosity among other park-goers with your cries, mewls, and moans like a captured animal.
I have more to say, but imagine having that much pussy power to be the origin of 'Clark Kent's a munch'?
