The Money Shot

“Not Batman! Not him! Not Batmaaan! Pleeeease baby!”

“Was it here? Or was it here?”

“Waitwaitwait—!”

Four and a half measly inches were all that Batman could offer. Aaron could give three times that. After so many hours, after so much rearranging, could Catwoman still remember his cock? Still remember four inches?

“Waaaaiiiiit—!”

Could she? In front of millions of viewers? In a stream that was themed “Cucking Batman”?

< It would probably take at least 4 of mine to make a single one of his, honestly probably more wow

< CATWOMAN OUT HERE CUCKING BATMAN LIVE!

< Batman’s crying in the Batcave rn. His girl's getting fucked by the biggest cock ever

Her legs were folded back and on her own shoulder, held there by Aaron. She couldn’t move even if she wanted to. All she could feel was that stroke rhythm. That cunt destroyer that ended her walls.

“God, your pussy feels so hot!”

The four inch mark. Batman’s mark. Catwoman had been with Batman for two decades, maybe a little more, and it just didn’t exist in her anymore. That part of her pussy that remembered her old flame, it was gone.

“I'm serious, I'm seriooous—!”

She wasn't, not really. To Catwoman, it was all about pride. Dignity. Looking sexy and sounding sexy but never going past the threshold of slut. She was Batman’s girl. She was supposed to be dignified. But god, she failed and she failed spectacularly.

More of his cock pressed into her deepest parts. Not thrust, never thrusting, just letting her know that he was there to stay.

Streeetch!

When his cock throbbed, it thickened. It stretched the poor pussy out.

“I-I can't remember! I can’t remember his tiny cock! I just caaaan't!”

There it was. The money shot. This cosplay stream was for the history books.

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“Oh, Batman, baby.” Catwoman was full of mockery as sat there face to face with Aaron, her sleek black catsuit peeled down to her waist, leaving her breasts exposed. Her gloved hands slid down his abs before wrapping around the base of Aaron’s massive cock. She could barely close her fingers around it. “You’re probably watching this right now, aren’t you? Poor little Bat. You thought you had me, but look at me now—look at what I’ve got.”

Aaron did not say a word and zoomed in to focus on Selina’s fingers as they stroked him slowly, deliberately. His dick was still slick with the remnants of their last round, a thick sheen of precum glistening at the tip. The sight made her lick her lips, her voice lowering into a sultry whisper.

“Mmm, Batsy, you’ve never been able to fill me up like this. Have you? All that brooding, all that muscle—useless. Pathetic.”

Her fingers tightened just enough to make Aaron groan, his hips twitching forward instinctively. “Easy, kitten,” he teased, though his voice was already strained.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she cooed, her other hand sliding down to cradle his heavy balls, gently massaging them as she continued to stroke him. “I’m going to take my time with you. Show Batman exactly what he’s missing.”

Aaron adjusted the camera angle again, capturing the way Selina’s lips curled into a wicked smile. She leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to catch a bead of precum from his tip. The slurp was obscene, amplified by the microphone on the camera, and she made sure to exaggerate it, her emerald-green eyes locking onto the lens as if daring Batman to look away.

“Mmm, so sweet,” she murmured, licking her lips again before leaning back, her hands resuming their slow, teasing strokes. Her gloves were smooth against his skin, the leather cool compared to the heat radiating from him. She could feel the tension in his thighs, the way his cock throbbed in her grip, and it only spurred her on.

“Batman doesn’t know how to take care of me,” she continued, her voice like honey laced with venom. “He’s too busy playing the hero. But you?” Her fingers slid up to the tip, smearing precum down the length of his shaft before returning to the base. “You know exactly what I need. Don’t you, my love?”

She squeezed him tighter, her thumb brushing over the sensitive spot just beneath the head. His free hand gripped the sheets as he fought to keep still. This was still a cosplay livestream with a theme. He shouldn’t speak too much.

The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, Selina’s soft panting mixing with Aaron’s labored groans. The camera caught every detail of her strokes and her teasing kisses to his cock.

She were agonizingly slow, her fingers gliding up and down his length with just enough pressure to keep him on edge. Every now and then, she’d pause to swirl her thumb around the tip, collecting more precum and smearing it down his shaft. The wet, slick sound of her strokes was almost unbearable, and Aaron’s grip on the camera tightened until his knuckles turned white.

“Batman couldn’t handle me,” she said in husky murmur. “He’s too scared to really let go. But you?” She leaned forward again, her lips brushing against the head of his cock as she spoke. “You’re not afraid to ruin me.”

Aaron let out a low growl. Selina’s laugh was dark, predatory. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. She knew she was dragging this out. Her tongue darted out again, this time licking a slow, torturous stripe up the underside of his cock. Wet, drawn out, and it made Aaron’s balls rumble.

“Not yet,” she purred, pulling back just enough to maintain control. Her hands returned to their slow, rhythmic strokes, her thumbs pressing into the sensitive veins along the sides of his shaft.

'Again with this?'

She could feel the way his muscles tensed, the way his cock twitched in her grip, and it only made her more determined to draw this out.

“Batman thought he could keep me, but look at me now. Look at what I’m doing to you. You’re so much better than him. In every way. Bigger cock…”

He got it. He got it! He did! He really did!

Aaron’s response was a strangled moan as she squeezed him tighter, her fingertips brushing against the base of his cock in a way that sent a rush of pleasure through his entire body. The camera shook slightly as he struggled to hold it steady.

“Bigger balls…”

Her hands moved faster, just enough to make Aaron groan louder, but not enough to let him finish. She wanted to keep him here, on the edge, for as long as possible. And judging by the way his muscles were trembling, by the way his cock was practically leaking precum, she knew she had him exactly where she wanted him.

“Oh, Batman,” she whispered, her tongue flicking out to catch another bead of precum. “You’ll never be able to compete with this.”

The old Selina Kyle was gone. Before, she took her time. Before, she smirked and let out dramatic gasps and tried to switch between dominant and submissive. But now, she was confident.

Catwoman grinned. Cue the classic forearm to cock comparison. Fourteen inches next to a black leather arm and a face hidden by a mask.

“Batman, if you're listening,” the lady thief winked, “this is a real cock.”

Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!

“Oh my! Already~♡!?”

Yep, he nutted all over her face. He couldn’t help it, she was too hot. Way too hot. Catwoman laughed and let him spray everything he wanted.

“Your balls are so big!" Her lips formed into an exaggerated O-shape. "Oh my goodness! You’re cumming so much!”

The donations piled up. This was why she did all that. For the money. To steal the heart's of the men watching.

What a scary woman...

‘Sorry, Bruce, gotta do it for the content.’