Back to Tokyo to see Cassandra

Tokyo, Japan, and the hot spring of Eiko Hasigawa. Where there was water, where there were rooms, where there was Cassandra Cain. Aaron Reigner materialized just outside the sliding door of his and Cassandra Cain’s shared room, a soft crackle of energy dissipating around him as he teleported into place. He was nude as ever, cock dropping.

He raised his hand to slide the door open but stopped as he sensed something—or rather, someone—nearby. Turning, he saw her. Cassandra stood casually in the hallway, her lithe figure illuminated by the soft lantern light. She wasn’t as busty as Dinah, not even close. Yet when he saw her, his cock reacted stronger than ever.

Cassandra’s face wore the biggest smile upon seeing him.

Oh, and she was completely naked—

“Mmmph!”

Too late, she tackled him into a hug. Her head rested against his chest, her dark hair tickling his bare chest skin. Honestly? Aaron really, really wanted to squeeze her ass cheeks. That ass of hers was simply sublime. Toned and soft in a way that no other women he had could be. Dinah came close with those thicc thighs and stockings.

But Cass was Cass. She was the greatest martial artist in the world. By default, she had to have the best ass—

Except…wait…

Her breasts were pressed against him. She was naked.

Why?

“Cass…” He pulled back just enough to look at her. “You’re like this in the hall.”

Cutely, she smiled up at him. “Mhm.”

“How long have you been…without clothes?”

Cassandra cocked her head. “Since you left.”

“So for two days, you've been wearing nothing? You've been out naked?”

“Mhm!”

“Cass, you…”

Sigh. He did leave her for over two days. He should have expected her to divert to her old ways. ‘I guess this is my punishment…’

He imagined her bending over, her pussy out, with every man leering at her. Hrm. Okay, could it be a punishment if he found the thought to be fun?

“Not angry?” she asked.

“Why would I be? That's hot.”

“Barbara and Steph used to get mad when I didn't wear clothes at home,” Cassandra said. “Steph especially, she didn't want Tim seeing.”

“Nah, I get that much.” It was at this point that he finally grabbed her ass cheeks, two handfuls of them, and squeezed. “You have an ass that men would drop their pants for in public. I’m sure Tim would be the same if he saw you.”

Cassandra giggled. “I once went out and stopped crime in the middle of a shower. They didn't like that.”

Hnn. His balls churned.

That was really hot.

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Black Canary was the queen of bouncing on cocks. Those stockings and thicc, jiggly ass. Oliver Queen couldn’t satisfy that slut for a reason. She used her hall pass for the best dick because she was a Justice League talent.

SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—!

Cassandra did for riding what Black Canary did for bouncing on dick. The Asian chick grinded up and down on his dong so hard that any other man would have been at risk for a concussion. Aaron actually had to grab onto her ass to do what his fingers were intended to do—hold the fuck on. Because he was in for a wild ride. It was like she took a metaphorical gas station pill. Her pussy suctioning his dick like never before.

At the Queen mansion, Aaron Reigner was king.

With Cassandra...