You can't wait!

"Fucktoys don't wear underwear. Strip, slut!" You told her sternly, ordering her to remove them. You completely forgot about any caution, your lust taking over. After all what bad can happen when you have a **** as mighty as Supergirl?

She quickly did it, with a delighted expression. First the bra was removed with ease, leaving her magnificent breasts swinging lazily. Then the panties were kicked aside. In no time at all, Supergirl stood completely naked in front of you. A glorious vision of perfection. Not a single hair was out of place, no bruises, no scars, no imperfections of any kind. Her alien pussy was glistening with moisture, her thighs rubbing together in anticipation. Your pheromones worked not only on the emotional level but also on the biological one: instinctively, naturally, her body betrayed any signs of resistance to your will.

"Turn around, " your voice was husky, full of desire. Once again, she obeyed. In a flash, she spun around so you could see her backside, her beautiful ass jiggling in front of you. "Bend, Superslut!" Supergirl knelt with no care for dignity, presenting herself like a street whore wanting to please a demanding client.

You lifted yourself up and stood on your feet... only to fall back on the bed with a groan. Overwhelmed by your lust you simply forgot about all the injuries that brought you to the hospital. Your shape wasn't good enough to violently fuck your new toy, but after a moment's respite, recovering from pain, you decided what to do next.

"Crawl here and suck me off!" You commanded. With joyful obedience, Supergirl turned around and crawled towards you on the bed, smiling broadly. Her perfectly round breasts bouncde as she moves. Her blue eyes, which were more on the cute side before, were full of hunger, eagerness, devotion.

Sitting on the edge of a hospital bed you spread your legs wide letting your superhero toy crawl between them. Her long blond hair tickled your knees as she got herself into the position. Your hospital clothes didn't stop her for long, without any order from you, she just ripped it like wet paper, revealing your throbbing cock. In an instant, her mouth was wrapping around it, sucking with effort, using her hands to caress your thighs. With each second she sucked harder, harder and harder... Until her superstrength actually made it somewhat uncomfortable.

"Hey! Softer! Control your strength, stupid cunt!" You scolded her. Her face heated in embarrassment at her mistake. Guilt and shame painted on her soft features as if she did something horrible. Needless to say that being called a stupid cunt didn't bother her at all, neither she stopped or paused. Instead, switching to a very gentle and careful pace she took the whole length of your cock in her mouth having no problems with breathing whatsoever. You have heard that Superman and, by extension, your new **** can casually fly in outer space. No wonder that she had zero problems with simple deepthroating.

"Good girl," you praised her, feeling her warm tongue and lips working their magic on your cock. Her tongue danced around the base of your throbbing, pulsating mass. Underneath your gaze, her shoulders, back and ass were moving rhythmically, muscles contracting and expanding, making her shapely form move just enough to serve as a nice visual spice for the perfect dish of pure ecstasy.

As If it were too good to be true, you got distracted from the pure bliss by the sound of the door opening and a familiar voice saying - "Did you finish your..." Turning your head to the sound, you saw a shocked nurse, who stared at the scene in front of her in pure shock. Amazingly, Supergirl changed nothing in her efforts, as if getting caught while giving head is an entirely usual thing for her.