“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . Xxx . . . . . . . …yessssssss, take me, make – me – uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”
Her body getting hotter by the minute, Batwoman wrapped her legs around those of Holly’s, trapping their bodies together in lustful pursuits. She tongue bathed her cunt clean with an insatiable taste for Batwoman’s cum. She walked to the chain control, then used it to lower Batwoman so she could kneel. Her eyes were transfixed on the her own orgasmic show that she could see in the rapidly fogging mirror, but her mind did belong to Holly. “Mmhhnnn…” she returned the kiss with adoration, slipping her arms around Batwoman’s neck softly, seeming so very happy. Her hips buck against Batwoman’s hand softly, wanting, begging for every touch. Even as it was, the edge nearly broke two of her upper teeth, but though painful, that memory was soon forgotten when her own cum started to run down her throat.
