Have her sent straight to your penthouse.

"Thank you for your order," says the automated voice before the phone goes dead.

"What the hell?" you ask. "It didn't say anything about how long delivery would take. Are we talking four to six weeks, overnight, or-"

A tapping at your window grabs your attention. Outside the window, floating thirty stories up, is Power Girl. Her hair, not quite shoulder length, flutters in front of her eyes. Her long red cape billows in the wind. Her breasts-

Holy crap! You gaze at those heavenly huge breasts. They push out her white leotard with their plump roundness. The circular hole in her outfit is even bigger than in the comics and shows an amazing expanse of cleavage. Her perfect skin calls out to you, begging you to stick your hands between her herculean hills. You take a moment to examine her powerful arms and her silky legs, but your eyes can't help wandering back to those legendary breasts.

Power Girl taps on the window again. Her annoyed expression tells you she doesn't like waiting. You run to the window and throw it open. PG floats in and gently lands in your apartment's living room. She smiles devilishly, then reaches forward and grabs your crotch.

You stand flagpole straight, intensely aware of her super strength as she rolls your cock and balls around through your pants. "What... what are you doing?"

"Well," she says dryly, “You took your time inspecting my tits, so I'm going to take my time inspecting what you're bringing to the party. Any problem with that?”