Kara saves a grateful citizen and goes home (Free-use)

It was a quiet night at National City. No Kryptonians trying to take over, no white Martians causing trouble. Only a few rapes that she had no business stopping, since that was simply the law of the land. To Kara, fighting back against **** was like punching a guy over accidentally bumping into you. It wasn't worth the effort. Their bodies were not theirs, it was as simple as that. Even Kara, a Kryptonian who grew up on Earth, learned that lesson eventually. As she flew through the air, she spit out some cum she tongued from the corner of her mouth. Despite everything, she never really enjoyed the flavor of it, whereas most women swallowed.

In fact, it was that small difference that helped with keeping her secret identity. It was hard to keep glasses on sometimes, and some men would note that she looked a lot like the cities favorite superheroine. She concocted a rather convincing cover up; Kara Danvers hated the taste of jizz in her mouth. Supergirl, on the other hand, had a reputation of loving to swallow. It wasn't ideal, as that meant she was **** to swallow several mouthfuls a day to keep that cover. But it meant as Kara Danvers, she could act more like herself.

Being Supergirl, of course, her sharp eyes spotted a late night worker, a window cleaner dangling off of his scaffold, hanging on for dear life. It seems some safety line had snapped. Looks like a job for Supergirl!

With her usual finesse, Supergirl managed to grab the cleaner just as he couldn't hold on any longer. The cleaner, a middle aged black man, sighed in relief when he saved her. "Thank you, Supergirl!"

"Anytime! Except, you know, not any time, can't be saving you from tall heights all the time. Got a city to protect and everything." Supergirl replied with her usual cheer. She flew back down to the main street in front of the tall building, placing him down. "You be more careful up there now!"

The cleaner ignored her statement, instead going for what Kara found 90 percent of men loved doing first; lifting up her skirt. He got a very nice view of her fit thighs, her pussy covered perfectly by the cloth of her costume.

Supergirl giggled a bit. She didn't care much for the sudden peek, but she was too nice to show any sort of frustration. "Yep, that's what's under my skirt. It's not a pair of panties, like a lot of guys assume, the costume is a leotard. A lot of men have a thing for that..."

The door to Kara's apartment swung open. She walked in, wearing a flowery pink sun dress, putting her purse down. "Hey, Alex. Pretty quiet tonight, I decided to turn in early."

Alex was bent over the kitchen counter, completely naked, being fucked by a random person. Kara wasn't surprised to see this. Besides how normal this was, Kara already saw this happening before she opened the door with her X-ray vision.

"Would you finish **** my sister already? I need to have a private chat with her." They did still need to keep the secret that Kara was Supergirl after all. The stranger seemed to comply, only taking a few more minutes to speed up his thrusting into her before he held her tightly in place, releasing his sperm inside of her.

After he left, Alex was left to lay there, panting from her ****. "Hey....a quiet night is good, right?....Means the city is safe..."

"Yeah, hopefully it stays like this. I know I don't appreciate it when it happens, but I do prefer getting **** and swallowing cum to having to fight Kryptonians."

"Yeah, I know....hey, Kara, could you eat me out again? I, uh...kinda have that itch again."

Kara walked over to the couch in the middle of the room. "Wow, again, sis? You know, if you keep asking for this and men come in to use us, they're gonna start thinking you're a lesbian."

"Yeah, haha...that would be weird, wouldn't it?"