Velvet Vixen convinces Cleo to untie her

Cleo's fingers work their magic, teasing and probing at Velvet Vixen's sensitive folds. She whispers dirty words in Velvet Vixen's ear, driving her wild with desire. The superheroine gasps and moans, arching her back in response to Cleo's touch.

Suddenly, Cleo stops. She pulls away, leaving Velvet Vixen hanging on the edge. The superheroine whimpers, begging for more.

"What's wrong?" she asks, her voice shaky with need.

Cleo smirks. "You're wearing too much clothing," she says, running her fingers over the fabric of Velvet Vixen's skirt.

Velvet Vixen feels a pang of frustration. She knows that Cleo is right; the purple short skirt, fishnet stockings, black boots and gold gloves are getting in the way of their passion. But she also knows that she can't just take them off.

"I'll take it all off for you," she says, her voice seductive. "But you have to untie me first."

Cleo considers this for a moment. She looks at Velvet Vixen, her eyes dark with desire. Finally, she nods.

"Alright," she says, reaching for the knots that bind Velvet Vixen. "But if you do, you have to promise me that you'll give me everything I want."

Velvet Vixen nods, her heart racing. "I promise," she whispers.

Cleo works on the knots, her fingers deftly undoing the bindings. As she does, she leans in close to Velvet Vixen, her breath warm against her ear.

"And what do you think I want?" she asks, her voice low and husky.

Velvet Vixen shivers, knowing exactly what Cleo wants. She bites her lip, anticipating the moment when she'll finally be free.