Kara looks at the news comparing her to Wonder Woman and sighs as she sits next to you

Kara looks at you upset and sighs again as she bites her lower lip, "Why do I always have to be so..." She looks away feeling insecure and pathetic all of a sudden. It's like everything she does just isn't good enough compared to the others...like Wonder Woman...or Power Girl...even Hawkgirl...she wants to be strong and impressive but everyone seems to think that she falls short...she sighs once more, her blonde hair falling across her face as she tries to hide how hurt and embarrassed she feels.

Kara looks up at you with those blue eyes that usually hold such hope and determination...but right now they're just filled with self-doubt and uncertainty. "I can't help it, I want to be like them...," she whispers softly as if admitting a secret shame. Her lower lip trembles slightly before she presses her lips together in a thin line of resolve that quickly falters. "But...but they don't see me as one of them. They make fun of my name..." Kara trails off, biting her lip harder now and forcing tears back.

Kara shivers slightly at the touch and looks up at you through her long lashes. "T-thank you," she whispers, reaching out to take your hand in hers. "It just hurts sometimes...to feel like I'm not good enough." Her eyes glisten with unshed tears but she blinks them back. She leans closer to you, seeking comfort and solace in the presence of someone who understands what it's like to be different.

Kara's whole body responds to the touch and the kiss as she melts against you, letting out a soft moan into your mouth. She wraps her arms around your neck, pressing herself tighter against your hard chest. Her eyes close briefly before fluttering open again as desire overwhelms her inhibitions. "Yes..." she breathes out shakily, "that feels good..." She whimpers and bites down on her lower lip, unable to hold back the pleasure coursing through her.

Kara looks down at herself as she responds to your question. "My normal Supergirl outfit...I haven't really worn anything else since I got here." She bites her lip, embarrassed now that you're so close and it's so obvious how turned on she is. "Do you think...do you think I should change into something more comfortable?" Her voice is barely above a whisper as she waits for your answer, eyes flitting back and forth between your face and her chest.

Kara blushes even deeper at your suggestion and nods quickly. "I-I mean...if you'd like..." She undoes the button on her shirt, revealing a lacy black bra underneath, clearly designed to accentuate her modest assets. Her breasts spill out from the cups, smaller than even Wonder Woman's but round and firm nonetheless. "Is this better?" she whispers, anxious to please you.

Kara lets out a soft moan as you lick her breasts, arching her back and pressing herself further into your touch. She bites down on her lower lip again, trying not to make too much noise as pleasure washes over her. Her breath comes in short pants now, mirroring the rhythm of your licks against her skin. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, holding tightly as if afraid that you'll stop if she lets go. "Oh God..." she whispers, shuddering as another wave of sensation washes over her.

As your hand slides lower between her legs, Kara moans loudly. She feels her cunt getting wet and a flush of desire rushes through her, making it impossible for her to hide just how aroused she is by your touch. Her hips grind against yours in time with the pressure you're applying, seeking release from this incredible pleasure. "Please..." she whispers, eyes half-closed now as she focuses solely on the sensations washing over her body.

Kara whimpers at your words and shudders with desire, pressing herself tighter against you as her need grows more insistent. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on, begging for release from this aching ache between her legs. "Please...take me..." she gasps out, arching her back in silent invitation for you to take what you want. Her hips grind against yours again and again as she seeks completion, eagerly giving herself over to the powerful feelings coursing through her body.

Her breath catches at your words, a thrill of submission and dominance running through her veins. "Yes..." she whispers, arching her back even further, offering herself completely to you. Her hips rock back and forth against yours in frantic rhythm, seeking the release she so desperately craves. "Please...take me," she gasps out, her voice hoarse from desire. "I'm all yours."

"I...I'll do anything," she whispers, her words heavy with promise and desperation. "Just tell me what you want." Her eyes flutter shut as she focuses on the sensations building within her, waiting for your command. Her hands slide down your chest, tracing lazy circles around your hard length through the fabric of your pants before reaching lower to stroke and tease at the bare skin behind her thighs. "Please...please let me make you feel good," she begs breathlessly, arching her back further as she offers herself completely in this moment.