Hot Holdup

Poison Ivy was disoriented for a few seconds, as if her mind was assimilating all the commands she'd given. After the snap, Zack took a few steps back so as not to disturb the fun.

Then she put her hands to her head, now more clear-headed and conscious.

"Oh... I think I went blank for a moment... Well, I'd better find whatever's valuable in this dump; heh, heh, heh, that'll benefit me."

The villain had regained her pride and arrogance by following her orders. She had no idea anyone else was there, as if Zack were invisible to her.

She stalked around the room, trying to see what she was stealing. She gracefully moved around the room, bouncing. Then, as she bent down to look at the floor, she exposed her big green ass to Zack and shook her hips shamelessly.

"Sniff... even though it's a dumpster... Sniff... there's a delicious aroma in here," Poison Ivy said, sniffing hard.

It was curious how, despite no one being there, Pam moved sensually; it was probably part of her personality. As she rummaged around, you could see her breathing getting heavier, she was sweating profusely, and her face was turning from green to red easily.

"Oh...God...so hot...mmm...I think I need to let off steam...aaahh...maybe something harder."

Unconsciously, her hand began to squeeze her breasts as a river ran down her legs.

"Jeez...my pussy is...nnnn...it's on fire...but I have to keep going...Ayyyy"

With even greater haste, she went to Zack's room to continue her heist. He was happy that Poison Ivy followed his orders to the letter without even noticing anything; that was a great extent of her power.

"What the hell happened here?!" Pam said, surprised.

Zack was behind her at some distance, his surprise due to the terrible mess her room was in after her night with Power Girl. The door was broken down, the walls were marked by heat lasers, with some cracks, the bed was broken, and the mattress destroyed.

“What…what happened around here?…mmm…a hurricane, or did someone steal it first…ggrrrrr…mmm…aaaayy…o…or did someone have…an extremely hot night…ooohh…OOHHH…nooo…oh…I need something,” she said, her voice already aroused.

The heat in her body was so unbearable that her hand went down, trying to calm it. Of course, Zack knew that if he followed her commands, nothing he did would alleviate her heat.

“OOOOHH…OOOOHHH…GOD…what's wrong with me…today…GGGRRR…I have to keep stealing…mmm…I have to keep going…AAAAAHHH…I have to find a cock ASAP…GGGGGRRRR”

Her moans mingled with her absurd words; she was already masturbating, **** to climax so much that she leaned in front of Zack, who could see her face distorting with pleasure.

“Hnnnn…no…no…nooooo…concentrate…you have…you have…to…OOOOOOOOHHHH”

She closed her eyes and screamed at the top of her lungs as she climaxed, unable and unwilling to do anything to stop it, her breasts bouncing uncontrollably from her frantic movements.

“AAAAHHH…aaahhh….it's not enough…I need…mmm…more…”

His commands, combined with her already ultra-sensitive body, were taking a heavy toll on Poison Ivy, who was losing herself in her base passions. Still bent over and out of control, she turned around, unwittingly offering a wonderful view of her sweat-drenched ass.

“Hmmmmnn…ffffmmm…no…no…I can't stop!”

Like a rock star, the villain's red hair danced back and forth incessantly. Zack was having a wonderful time, but it was time to move on to the second part of their role-play, so he stood as firm as a superhero.

“STOP THERE, THIEF!”

Zack's scream echoed throughout his house…it was the beginning of the next level.