Haarrrdeerrrr

Something awoke in Cheetah as the great sabertooth slut hissed that one word. The catwoman's knees trembled with barely-contained excitement. For the first time in her life she felt herself drip, pussy running like a faucet. Whatever power Lois Lane now had, the pheromones, some secret kink for giant furry women that had been awakened inside of Cheetah—the villain didn't even know what was happening to her.

Except for one thing: she was going to give it to this giant bitch good and hard.

"Alright slut...if that's what you fucking want, then harder you will fucking get!" Cheetah said, her words hollow even to her own own ears, and she brought her other hand down.

The feline woman's lips peeled back as she slid her second hand into that cavernous cunt. Pried those thick, leathery labia apart to plunge her hand into the soft folds. On her knees like a pious worshipper before some pagan cat-goddess of old. Forearms pressed together as she moved them back and forth inside that massive pussy. Dribbles of cunt-juice ran down over her arms and dripped from the elbow as the sabertooth slut braced herself against the mattress, so that her hips could shift in time with Cheetah's thrusts.

A feeling pierced the cold heart of the villain. A sensation alien to her lonely existence, always on the run, always moving from one scheme to the next. Her heart thundered in Cheetah's chest, faster and faster, her breasts shook as she pumped her arms in and out of that vast vagina, fascinated by how it stretched to swallow her, the smell and taste that seemed to fill her brain and drive her to madness.

She panted. Eyes fixed on that stiff, swollen clitoris. Hypnotized by the round, swollen berry. Even as her arms began to ache, and her head began to spin, Cheetah still held up the **** hope that she was dominating the big girl...pushing that cunt to its limit. Not drowning in her own lust. The villain could hear Lois Lane begin to pant. The great thighs with their thick muscle beneath the dark fur began to bunch and shiver.

A little more...a little more... Cheetah thought.

Which is why she lowered her mouth down and latched onto that clit like a child latches onto a nipple.