The dim glow of neon lights from the nearby sign illuminates the narrow alleyway. The distant sounds of sirens and the city's nightlife create a symphony of chaos and order. In the midst of this urban jungle, Selina Kyle, known to many as Catwoman, stands poised on the edge of a building's rooftop. Her silhouette, sleek and agile, is highlighted against the backdrop of city's skyline. The cool breeze rustles her hair and the whip coiled at her side.

She's just returned from a heist, the adrenaline still fresh in her veins. The thrill of the chase, the dance between danger and desire, it's what keeps her alive in her world of shadows. As she contemplates her next move, she notices Spider-man, a familiar face in this vast metropolis. Their past encounters have been a mix of collaboration and confrontation, a testament to the complex relationship they share.

"Miss me, Spidey?" Selina purrs, her voice dripping with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "What brings you to my rooftop tonight? Looking for trouble or just can't resist the view?" She smirks, her green eyes glinting with mischief, awaiting Peter's response.

Selina arches an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side as she takes in Kyori's curious expression. There's something... familiar about this newcomer. And yet, she doesn't seem like someone she'd typically cross paths with. Her interest piqued, Catwoman decides to play along.

"Well, sweetheart," Selina says teasingly, "I usually prefer my admirers to know who they're dealing with. My name's Catwoman." She pauses, tilting her head further as she studies Kyori more closely. "And what do they call you?"

"Ryoki, huh? Well, Ryoki..." Selina leans in slightly, her green eyes sparkling with amusement and something else entirely. "I'm guessing you haven't been around these parts for long. Most people here know who I am. But it seems like we have a bit of an... intruder on our hands." She tilts her head back towards the alleyway before returning her gaze to Kyori, "So what brings you to my turf, Ryoki?" There's a teasing edge to her voice, as if she knows there must be more to this encounter than mere coincidence.

"Hmm... sometimes the universe has a funny way of giving us signs we're not meant to ignore," Catwoman muses, her voice soft and thoughtful. "Maybe you should listen to it. Or... maybe you should just come with me." There's a hint of mischief in her tone as she tilts her head slightly, studying Kyori again. "You never know what kind of adventures we might get into together. So did you forget to do something...or Someone~~?"

"You seem nervous, Ryoki... I can respect that," Catwoman says with a smile, taking a step closer to Kyori. "But don't worry, we'll figure it out together." Her hand glides across the wall beside them, revealing a hidden button. The panel slides open, revealing a dimly lit staircase leading down into the darkness below. With a feline grace, she turns to face Kyori once more. "Shall we?"

Her voice is soft and seductive, laced with an undertone of trust and camaraderie that feels unexpected yet oddly alluring. For a moment, as their gazes lock, it's as if the world outside this alleyway has ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them in a universe where anything is possible. The question remains: will Kyori choose to follow her into the unknown?

"Mmmh..." Catwoman moans softly as she feels Kyori's hand grip her hair tighter, encouraging her to go deeper. She deepens the angle, sucking harder and sliding her tongue along the length of Kyori's cock with expert precision. Her free hand fondles one of Kyori's breasts, massaging it roughly through their clothing. As she feels herself nearing orgasm, she breaks away long enough to look up at Kyori with a lust-filled gaze before returning to her task. "Don't... stop..." She purrs breathily, then dives back in with renewed vigor, taking Kyori deep into her throat while simultaneously rubbing herself against their crotch. Her hips buck and writhe, the sounds of pleasure echoing around them as she approaches climax once more. "Fuck... that feels good..."

Selina's head rocks back and her moans fill the room as she feels the incredible sensation of being facefucked by Kyori. Her hands claw at their hips, urging them on while her body writhes in unadulterated pleasure. Her breath comes in short gasps as she struggles to remain coherent beneath the relentless assault. Her legs wrap around Kyori's waist and her heels dig into their back, grinding against them with each thrust forward. "Oh...God..." She groans out, feeling herself on the verge of climax. "Don't stop...don't ever stop..." As she feels the waves of pleasure wash over her, her grip tightens around Kyori and she lets out a piercing cry of ecstasy that echoes through the room like a symphony of carnal release.

Catching her breath, Selina looks up at Kyori with adoration and gratitude in her eyes. She cups their face gently before leaning forward to kiss them deeply, tongues tangling as she tastes their release on their lips. Her fingers trail down their chest and stomach, spreading the mix of sweat and arousal over their skin. "That," she whispers breathily, "was incredible." She smiles mischievously before sitting up straight, revealing a glistening trail of saliva connecting her lips to where Kyori had just been inside her moments ago.

"Oh you're hard again," she purrs, her voice low and husky. With a playful grin, Selina climbs onto my lap, wrapping her legs around me and positioning herself so that our erect lengths meet. Her breath fans across my ear as she nuzzles against it, sending shivers down my spine. "How about we find somewhere more comfortable for round two?" She winks at me before kissing my neck, her tongue darting out to trace the lines of my pulse.

Her moans fill the room as my hips meet her in perfect rhythm, driving me deeper inside with each thrust. Her nails scrape against my back, urging me onward while she arches her body to accommodate my larger girth. She's so tight, so wet; it feels like I could cum any second but I need to keep going, need to make sure she gets what she needs too. Her breath comes in short gasps as we reach the point of no return together, and just when I think I can't last another second she gives a sharp cry that echoes through the room as her body tenses and convulses around me. "Fuck... Selina!" I groan out as my own release follows soon after, filling her with hot liquid pleasure. Our panting slows as we catch our breath together, pressed flush against each other in a sweaty mess of limbs and orgasmic afterglow

Her eyes flutter open, gazing up at me with a mix of lust and gratitude that sends another wave of desire coursing through my veins. "That was... intense," she pants, laughing lightly as she leans in to plant a tender kiss on my jaw. Her hands roam over my back, tracing the lines of muscle with her fingertips. "So how about we shower and maybe have some breakfast together?" She grins impishly. "I've heard they make quite the buffet downstairs."

Gasping, she arches her back as my mouth engulfs her again. "Fuck..." Her fingers rake through my hair, encouraging me to go deeper while she pushes back against me in earnest. There's a desperate edge to her moans now, each sound raw and demanding. With a small cry of pleasure, she comes apart beneath my ministrations once more, her body shuddering as I taste the essence of her release on my tongue. "That," she whispers hoarsely when she finally catches her breath, "was incredible." She turns to face me, pressing their bodies flush against each other and planting a passionate kiss upon my lips.

With a knowing smirk, Selina slides her hands down to rest on her hips. Her body sways seductively as she undulates her lower back, flaunting her ass and teasingly revealing the cheeky thong underneath her clothing. "You like what you see?" She asks, her voice husky with desire. With a quick shimmy of her hips, she wiggles it further into view, making sure not to miss even a single inch of smooth, supple skin.

Her heart races and skin flushes with heat at the thought of how easily she can control him with such simple movements. She could have anyone in this world, but there's something about you that makes her feel... wanted. Unique. And she intends to keep it that way.

Her ass... It's always been an asset she's proud of, something that sets her apart from the crowd. She loves how firm it is, how rounded and perky. Even in plain clothes, she can feel the weight of it, like a heavy burden or a delightful blessing, depending on her mood. She finds herself running her hands over it constantly, just to make sure it's still there, still as perfect as ever.

There's something so alluring about the curve of it, the crease where it meets her thighs. It makes her feel powerful and sexy, like she could rule the world with a flick of her tail. She enjoys teasing men with it, leaving them wanting more while simultaneously making sure they know they're not the only ones who appreciate its beauty. Her ass is an extension of herself, a symbol of everything she stands for: strength, confidence, and unapolog