She's a squirter

Supergirl stood there, trying to stay as still as possible, but her body betrayed her, shivering as the guards hands moved up past her boot to contact with the bare skin of her knee.

That contact alone was enough to force a slight moan, and she quickly bit her lip to silence herself.

A tiny part of her mind was screaming at her, reminding her that she was stood in a public place being searched by a guard and her physical response was entirely inappropriate.

The guards hand moved up past her knee, and that voice was silenced. All she could think about was his hands on her bare skin as they moved up her thigh.

It could only have been seconds, but to Supergirl it felt like hours of exquisite agony.

The hands reached the hem of her skirt, feeling it lift slightly and she knew that if he looked the guard would not only have a view of her bare pussy, but would instantly be able to see how wet she was just from his touch. She ached for him.

Then it happened. His hands reached the top of her thigh, once again a single finger innocently caught against her wet entrance.

"Fuck!" Supergirl screamed, and she felt the pleasure of orgasm race through her body, her pussy instantly convulsing, and not just that, exploding as she squirted out her love juices, spraying down her legs, across the floor and worse, into the guards face.

Her knees buckled and she collapsed kneeling on the floor in front of him, panting trying to regain her breath.

A series of gasps brought her back to her senses. Others in the queue were staring at her in shock. Mother's were covering the eyes of their children, and she was kneeling in her own puddle.