"Hmmm then I think for my reward, I will choose...Sex! With Batgirl! Do you think you could arrange that?" You get a firm slug to the shoulder for that one.
"I will fucking kill you," Supergirl deadpans as she starts peeling off your clothes. "But first, we have unfinished business." She makes short work of your clothes and forcefully pulls you on top of her on the massage table. Unfortunately, she does not account for her oil-slicked body and you slide right across her. She attempts to catch you, but the weight imbalance, tips the table and with a thud and a crash, you end up on your back on the floor with Supergirl beside you.
You can't help but laugh at the situation. "Well that could have gone better."
She rolls on top of you, sliding her body down yours until her crotch bumps against your hard dick. "I'm guessing you don't want all this oil on your bed?" She pushes her breasts into your chest and you can feel her hard nipples tracing against you.
"That would probably be best."
"Then I see a couple ways around this." You can feel her warmth as she flexes her hips and drags her moist opening against your cock. "Either we get rid of all this oil." She rolls to the side, pulling you with her such that you trade positions and now you're the one on top. "Or we move somewhere that we won't ruin the sheets." The two of you begin to float above the floor, hovering in the middle of the room. She gives you a kiss. "Your call."
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