The Pint Puncher was wise to Hank's powers. But there was always one trick left on the stinky honey badger's repertoire... as the Puncher rushed him from across the rooftop, Hank allowed his bulging underwear to slip down his legs. A visible cloud of musk wafted out of the thongs, instantly knocking the zombified workers unconscious from 30 feet away. But more importantly, though the hero's mask protected him from the pheromones, Hank's massive manhood was out for everyone to see.
"I hope I'm not distracting you..." the villain smirked, as he gently swung his half-erect cock from side to side.
Pint Puncher felt his muscles seize up in the face of Hank's swaying member. There was something highly captivating about its movement... almost as if... he was being hypnotized! The hero tried to pull his eyes away, but he could already feel his mind beginning to slip into a trance.
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