Buttercup heard Princess before she saw her, the soft echo of that slow confident step causing her to peer through the haze as her curvy contours and sashaying hips gradually became visible. She couldn’t even see the cock in the blur, only hearing the rustle of a skirt, but found sight was unnecessary as a small delicate pressure at the back of her head calmly drew her forward. Normally not one to be lead so easily, she found it difficult to fight back under her current state, still reeling from the pleasure and shock of before.<br/><br/>Her lips touched the moist tip first, giving the Powerpuff some pause as she wondered what was expected but finally relenting against its incessant poking by parting her lips; making way for the throbbing mass. From there she simply engulfed more and more of the endless rubbery meat, taking it deep into her throat as she hungrily sought the end, salivating and slurping at times due to the thick obstruction. It was all so surreal and yet she found herself completely enraptured by the odd experience of having the shaft stuffed into her. So much so that she didn’t even register the discussion the Princess was having with the woman under her, or the threat to the professor which would’ve had her tearing Princess in two at any normal time.