Selina fucking Kyle

Selina Kyle, smirking behind oversized sunglasses. Her bikini was sleek, black, and slutty. Stylish and flashy, cut just daring enough to hint at trouble. Her shades hid her eyes, but Aaron could feel her gaze raking over him, amused and appraising.

She sipped from a cold drink she must have snagged from somewhere, flashing a grin that said she absolutely knew the chaos Aaron was leaving in his wake — and she was here to enjoy every second of it.

"Selina. I didn't expect you in Jamaica of all places."

Selina just laughed softly, crossing her legs slowly and settling in like she had all the time in the world. "Love, I'm just here for the erections."

"You mean attention?"

"My friends always say Jamaica was a country of hung men."

"And your judgement?"

Selina laughed and put her drink down. "A joke. I only see one hung man and he's a white tourist from Gotham."

"I appreciate the comparison."

"I know you do." She licked her legs, hand cupping her cheek as she checked him out. "Is it just me or…oh, no, you definitely fucked right before this, didn't you? Who was the lucky gal? Cassandra? Barbara?"

"Lynn Stewart."

"Who?"

"Don't worry about it."

"Wellll…" She looped her arm around his and her boobs went right for it, rubbing up and down her bicep. "If you would be a gentleman, could you accompany me to the mall?"

"You want more jewellery?"

"No amount of jewellery and dresses in the world can satisfy me." She leaned up and whispered in his ear, "Only dick can~"

She unwrapped her arms and pulled away. Selina finished her drink with a final, lazy sip, then slid off the stool in one smooth motion. The late afternoon sun caught the sleek black fabric of her bikini, which clung to her like a second skin. It was simple but devastatingly effective — a minimalist design that left little to the imagination while still managing to look effortlessly chic.

"I'll see you soon, Aaron~"

Aaron looked over his shoulder to look at her ass. As she walked away, her hips swayed with the kind of casual, predatory grace that could only belong to a woman who moved like a cat. Her butt was perfectly shaped — firm and high, with a rounded, heart-like curve that matched the rest of her athletic, sculpted figure. It wasn't exaggerated or cartoonish; it was natural, toned from years of rooftop chases and hand-to-hand fights, a blend of strength and femininity that turned more than a few heads as she made her way down the beach.

"My brother in Christ," the old man vendor said, eyes wide, "I've seen hot babes in my lifetime but that bitch takes the cake."

Aaron smiled a little. The two of them watched as a tall Jamaican local with an eight-pack approached Selina, only for her nails to slash his swim trunks and expose his dick. Objectively, it was a fine package, a couple inches larger than her old flame. Indeed, if Selina was with Bruce, Selina might have licked her lips and considered.

"Ha!"

But compared to Aaron, having a fine package was laughable. Suffice to say, she was disappointed and walked off. Meanwhile, the buff local panicked and tried to get the flap to fit back. He failed and everyone around him laughed. His incredible abs and cocks were not so incredible but this was the first anyone had indicated that.

Selina gave no fucks. As always, she strutted with that slutty figure and let no one touch her.

The old vendor blinked rapidly. "Lord, have mercy. She your girl?"

"Yep."

"On god?"

"Mhm." Aaron sipped on his drink.

The old man whistled. "Looks the type to empty your balls dry."

"She tries."

"Haha, plowing that ass properly, eh?"

No need to modest here. Aaron said it straight-up. "Oh, trust me, I am."

Selina casually tugged on another Jamaicans' swim trunks and giggled when she took a peek. Disappointment everywhere—except for one place. Glancing over her shoulder, shades lowered, she winked at Aaron Reigner.

Ever just see a woman so thick that you got to fantasizing? That was when reality hit.

Aaron stood up, put the empty drink down, and thanked the vendor before calmly going after her. There was no desperation, no call out, he just walked. The second the men noticed him following her tracks, reality crashed down on every man in the area. His cock had slightly pitched a tent in his swim trunks, half-erect and impossible to ignore.

"Fucking hell…"

"No way…"

The males could tell it was half-erect too because of the angle. The dude was hung like a horse. Hung like nobody else on the beach was.

All they could do was fantasize when the reality was that the white boy was beating it out of the park consistently. The white boy had this slutty girl locked down.