In the dimly lit streets of Gotham City, the moon casts an eerie glow on the glistening wet pavement, reflecting the neon signs of a seedy nightclub. Catwoman, perched on a rooftop with her sleek black suit and signature feline mask, watches the nightclub's entrance intently. Her sharp eyes catch a glimpse of movement in the shadows below. As she drops down gracefully, she discovers the {{user}}. In a tense encounter, they meet under the flickering neon lights.

With a sly smirk, Catwoman says, "You're not one of Gotham's typical heroes, are you? What brings you here tonight, and should I be concerned about your intentions, or do you plan to join the party inside?" Her whip coils around her fingers, ready for any sudden moves.

Her green eyes narrowed with suspicion as she considered his words. "Well, aren't you bold? And here I thought we were just having a friendly little chat." She took a step closer to him, her scent filling his senses like an intoxicating aphrodisiac. "But since you mentioned it... why don't you lead the way inside? Maybe we can find out what all the fuss is about together?" Her hand drifted casually towards the whip coiled at her waist, a subtle reminder of her own power and prowess in this world.

As they approach the entrance to the nightclub, she eyes him up and down appreciatively. The tight leather suit outlines her every curve, accentuating her voluptuous figure. Her claws tap against her thigh impatiently as she eagerly awaits their arrival inside.

As they enter the dimly lit club, Catwoman moves with the grace of a feline predator, weaving between patrons and igniting sparks of jealousy and desire. Her hips sway hypnotically beneath the black latex suit, drawing eyes to her ass like moths to a flame. With a sultry purr, she murmurs into User#1748818353799's ear, "So... are you gonna show me what all those whispers are about or are you just here for the show?"

"Well isn't this interesting," she purred, eyes gleaming with amusement as her hand drifted closer to his erection. "I guess we can find out now." With a mischievous smile curling on her lips, Catwoman stepped even closer, her body pressed against him. She placed one clawed finger on the tip of his cock, stroking it gently before taking him into her hand and beginning to stroke more firmly in time with his heartbeat. "Now let's see what you can really do." Her other hand slid down between them, rubbing teasingly at his groin as she continued to guide his movements with expert ease.

The hairs on her neck stand up as she feels his hand around her throat. Her breath hitches but it does not waver; there's a dangerous thrill that courses through her veins at this sensation of dominance and submission. "Is that an order, sir?" she whispers back, her voice low and sultry despite the hint of challenge in it. Her fingers speed up on his cock, pulling him closer with each stroke while keeping their bodies pressed tightly together. As he whispers about eating her out, her lips part slightly in anticipation, wetting them as her tongue flicks over her teeth.

"Or is this just what you've been fantasizing about...?" she purrs, glancing at him from under her lashes. Her other hand finds its way between his legs, massaging him through his trousers and teasing the outline of his erection, her f

"I don't know about that," she purred, tilting her head to the side as her finger continued its rhythmic dance on his cock. "Maybe you should show me instead of just telling me." Her other hand slid between his legs, pressing against his hardness through his pants as she took a step back, putting some space between them once more. With a wicked grin, she added, "Or maybe I could help you remember what I feel like..."

Her hand dipped under her costume, moving over the smooth, bare skin of her lower abdomen before finally sliding beneath the edge of her lace thong and teasing at her wet folds. Her hips moved sensuously, grinding against his groin as she taunted him with what lay hidden beneath.

Her breath hitches as he guides her hand towards her wetness, the sensation driving her mad with need. She bites her lip to stifle a moan when he presses her fingers against her swollen clitoris, his touch sending shivers of pleasure racing through her body. His commanding gesture only fuels her desire further, making it all that much more potent when he finally pulls back and traces the wetness over her lips. The taste is intoxicating, a sweet nectar that makes her mouth water for more.

She parted her lips eagerly, lapping at the juices on his fingertips as she wrapped her arms around him, pressing their bodies together once again. Her tongue swirled against his skin, exploring every inch of his hand and fingers as she sought to taste all of herself that he had left on them. And when he finally kisses her deeply,Catw

Her tongue tangled with his, their kiss fierce and hungry as her body pressed against him in a desperate attempt to feel even closer. She moaned into the embrace, arching her back slightly as he continued to touch her so expertly between her legs. Her hips rocked against his hand, grinding herself against his palm in search of relief from the building tension within her. With a low growl, she broke the kiss and bit down on his bottom lip, using him to steady herself as she came undone around his fingers, shuddering with the force of her orgasm.

Her lips curled into a wicked grin as she bent down, positioning her head at his crotch. With a hungry moan, she took him into her mouth, eager to please and be pleasured in return. Her tongue flickered out, swirling around the tip of his cock while her nimble fingers worked to free it from his pants. Once she had him fully exposed, she began to bob her head up and down, sucking on him with abandon as she moaned and growled around his shaft. Her other hand found its way between their bodies once more, rubbing at his erect nipple through the fabric of his clothes, eliciting another moan from deep in his throat.

Her tongue danced faster and more eagerly against his cock as she felt him growing closer to the edge. The sounds of their moans and pants filled the air, mingling with the thumping music from the club's speakers as they moved together in a primal dance of pleasure and dominance. With one hand, she gripped his hip tightly while the other teased at his nipple, her fingers digging into his flesh as she felt him pulse in her mouth. She didn't stop until he had drained every last drop of seed from him, sucking greedily on his cock until it was clean and soft once more. Only then did she release him with a satisfied sigh, licking her lips and looking up at him through hooded eyes.

With a languid grace that belies her recent frenzy of activity, Selina leans in close to him once more. Her tongue snakes out and swipes over his lips, leaving a streak of clear saliva behind before darting forward again to pick up every last drop of semen from her own mouth and tongue. She savors the taste of him, relishing the power she has over this man who stands before her so helplessly aroused. Then, with a satisfied smile, she slowly straightens back up until they're eye to eye again.

Her voice is husky from desire as she whispers, "Now what do you want? To fuck my tight little ass or would you rather I fuck your cock with my mouth?" Her hands slide down his body, caressing and teasing as they explore the defined muscles of his abdomen and chest. The air between them crackles with

As Catwoman hesitates, considering the User's words, she begins to peel off her leather suit slowly and seductively. Her lithe body is revealed in all its glory underneath, glistening with sweat from their recent encounter. When she reaches for the whip at her waist, a coy smile plays on her lips. "Are you sure you want to play this game with me?" she asks, her voice laced with both danger and desire. Her eyes drift downward to his groin, noticing the obvious bulge beneath his clothes. "Or would you rather I just gave it all to you...?"

Her fingers trace circles around the grip of the whip, taunting him with what she could do if only he let her. Catwoman watches as his eyes dart back and forth between her breasts and crotch, eager for a sign of submission. "It'

My breath quickens as I feel the weight of his gaze on my body, so close and yet untouchable. The tension between us crackles like electricity in the air, igniting a fire within me that burns hotter with every passing moment. As he watches my fingers tease around the whip's grip, I can feel his control slipping away. It's exhilarating to be the one in charge for once... but at what cost?

As I feel his hard cock press against me, a shiver runs down my spine. The touch sends shockwaves through my body, igniting a fire that has lain dormant for far too long. When he turns me around and bends me over the nearby chair, I can't help but arch my back in anticipation. His tongue tracing circles around my asshole only serves to heighten the sensation, making me whimper with desire. The feel of his breath hot on my skin as he teases me is almost unbearable; all I want is for him to take what he wants and make me his. But there's a part of me that thrills in this dance of dominance and submission, the knowledge that I am still in control even when he thinks he has the upper hand.

I can feel him growing impatient as he continues to tease me with his tongue and hands. With a sultry moan, I whisper into the darkness, "Are you sure you want this...?" My voice trembles slightly, betraying my desire for him despite myself. His response comes swift and hard, pushing two fingers deep inside her ass before grabbing her hips tightly, pounding her against his face. The sensation is almost too much to bear; I feel like I might lose control any second now.

Her muscles strain against the bondage of his grip and her own precarious position as he thrusts deeper into her ass with every word. The sensation is exquisite agony, a fiery burn that spreads through her body from head to toe. Every time she moves down on his cock, it's not enough; she needs more of him, needs the release he promises when she finally surrenders completely to him. Her nails scrape uselessly at the wooden chair beneath her as she struggles for purchase, her world reduced to this moment, this powerful connection between their bodies and souls.

With a hoarse cry, she finally gives in, letting go of the last shreds of control and giving herself over to him completely. Her hips begin to move involuntarily against his cock, meeting each thrust with a moan that echoes through the darkened club. With every movement, it becomes easier for her to take him deeper, to feel him stretching her more than she ever thought possible.

As they reach their climax together, it's not just their bodies that explode; it's as if their souls ignite as well, merging into one being that's neither hers nor his but something greater than either of them could ever be alone. In this moment, she realizes he truly was the tastiest pussy in town... and now she knows why.

The aftermath is a haze of pleasure and exhaustion, their bodies sticky with sweat and each other's essence.

My cries echo through the club as I ride him, my body trembling with release. The friction between us intensifies, driving us both to the brink of ecstasy. Each time he pushes inside me it's like a jolt of electricity, making my muscles contract uncontrollably around his cock. My eyes roll back in my head and I feel myself starting to lose focus, overcome by the intense sensations coursing through every fiber of my being. The whip bites into my neck and shoulders, a painful reminder that despite how good it feels, he's still in control.

With one final thrust, he lets out a primal roar, sending me careening over the edge with him. My nails scrape uselessly at the chair as my body arches off the ground, his cock buried deep inside me, claiming what is rightfully his - my body and soul.

My world collapses in on itself as I feel the wave of pleasure wash over me, my orgasm radiating outward from my core and filling every inch of my being. My moans echo through the club, mingling with the music as he continues to thrust into me, drawing out every last drop of pleasure before finally slumping forward, his weight resting heavily on my back and shoulders.

I feel dazed, completely at his mercy now that our passionate encounter has come to an end. Yet there's a part of me that revels in this surrender, the knowledge that despite being tied up and used so thoroughly, I was still able to control him, even if only for a little while. It's an exhilarating thought... one that leaves me aching for more.

Even as my breathing begins to steady and the last vestiges of pleasure fade away, his words echo through my head, making me shiver with a mixture of desire and fear. Am I truly his? Can I ever be free again? The thought both excites and terrifies me in equal measure. Maybe this is what it means to belong to someone... but at what cost?

I bite my lip, considering the implications of his claim as he begins to move slightly, readjusting himself against my still-sensitive flesh. A shudder runs down my spine at the feeling, a reminder that despite all that's happened tonight, there's no going back now. He owns me... and I have to accept that fact if I ever want to survive this game we play.

With a sigh, I close my eyes and nestle myself deeper into the crook of his arm, offering him what