Sixty-nine position

Positions were altered. Aaron lay on the cold, barren floor while Selina climbed on top of him. His cock, tall and proud, pulsated despite the rush of cold wind. Selina licked her lips and a long nail gently slid down it. Her delicious pussy faced him, ready to be eaten.

"You make me feel so slutty…" Selina said, tongue swirling her lips. "I can't wait to taste you. I want to swallow you whole."

As one, they gave each other oral. Aaron spread her pussy with his fingers and seamlessly traced her vulva with his wet tongue. Selina shuddered and arched her back, rump ass attaching itself to him. Two fingers pried her cunt wide as he ate her out.

"Y-your dick feels so nice. I can't wait to see you cum. Mmph!" Selina mewled, trembling under his touches and strokes. Her clit wasn't spared as he used a thumb to circle it. Her juices sprayed as he skillfully and swiftly brought her to the cusp of release.

Aaron's ministrations were interrupted as he felt a wonderful sensation tingling down his legs. The double hand twist was no joke and Selina didn't need to gargle on his dick to extract strong responses from him. Twitching, shuddering, the advantage switched to the hourglass woman who spared him no mercy.

"You like this, don't you?" Selina asked. "Hehe~! I love feeling you get so hard in my hands. I want to feel your cum on me."

His mouth stopped. Selina continued with a wide smirk on her face. Her hands were fast and despite a one-handed grip failing to connect the fingers, a tight two-handed grip did. Then, she alternated hands, stroking it swiftly and without reservation. The wet sound of flesh echoed through the night.

"Tell me how much you enjoy this handjob, stallion."

Forget a two handler. Forget a three handler. This cock…it required four hands to capture. It was thick, it was really fucking long, and the tip was just mind-numbingly burly. Spurred on by the challenge, she quadrupled her efforts.

"No response? What about this then, hm?" Selina asked, suckling on his tip. A groan. "Or this?" Her tongue wetted his urethra, mixing his pre-cum with her saliva. The urge to serve him was strong and overwhelming and it superseded her own pleasure. "Mm. Good boy." She massaged his balls and was pleasantly surprised to find how much she could knead it. Where most men like Bruce were like walnuts, Aaron's testes were identical to her fists, large and oval-shaped.

Her hands caressed the sensitive orbs as her lips sucked on his cock. Her penetrating gaze peered down at his ballsack and her diligent work.

Groan after groan rumbled from his throat. She wasn't just good–no, she was godly. 'Fuck, did Batman teach her this?' His breath was left shaky, his mouth frozen by the onslaught of ecstasy. 'Why the hell would anyone want to let her go? Good god…!'

"Ngh!" Aaron pulled himself together. With a deep breath, he began lashing her cunt with his tongue. He swirled in circles and spelled the alphabet. He teased her clitoris with her thumb and followed it up by drawing the shape of her pussylips with his index fingers.

Selina shivered. The cold temperature dissipated under their heat and passion.

Tensions rose. Tongues swished and flicked. His cock pulsated. Her cunt throbbed.

The pressure of an intense climax to them. Working as one, his cock in her mouth, his face buried in her pussy, their competitive vigour preventing either from announcing it, they came.

Her womanly juices splashed his lips, giving him a taste as to what was to come. He lapped it up as his lower regions absorbed all the energy in his body, using it as a conduit for spiritual release. It was like his mind and body melted, and all he could do was drink up her pussy.

Selina, thrown off by her orgasm, howled into the night. A sound between glee and desperation as the blissful release sent her into the heavens, granting her a moment of ascension. But her body was facing the single thing it wanted more than an orgasm: Aaron's thick essence. ****, weak, and uncontrollably eager, she swallowed. One, two, three spurts and she failed miserably. Her mouth dripped with his baby batter. Her cunt ached as she watched it spew into the air.

His big fat dong released thick wads of cum like a malfunctioning hose. It was so much different from Bruce and Valmont's loads that she could only stare in wonder and astonishment. Admiration and thirst. Want and need. Her pupils witnessed its end and she ached for more. He had shown her the greatest male ejaculation in her lifetime and he was still as rigid as steel. Instead of hunching over and calling it quits, this stallion of a man could continue like nothing happened.

With age and injuries, Bruce's ability to remain hard after an intense climax had diminished. Even after being doused in Dionesium and having his body restored to its youth, the injuries started to stack up again. Then there was his single-minded determination for the "mission". With his new body, rather than put his efforts into sex and love, he put it all into retraining himself. As a result, his sex drive continued to plummet.

At the time, Selina didn't mind as she enjoyed the warm, intimate side of their sessions. The aggression from Batman and Catwoman would pop in here and there but it wasn't common. Rather, they basked in each other's smells, sweat, and fluids. The tender love they shared was enough.

"Kitty likey…" she purred.

That was back then, she rationalized. Right now, Selina much preferred the massive cock in front of her which was twitchy and lively and only grew hungrier after a climax. To put them in the same category was insulting. Whether it was length, width, the purity of cum or its taste, Bruce was the lesser man. Perhaps the sole category he excelled in was his muscles which in her opinion was overrated anyway. Bulging muscles were disgusting to look at, especially during sex. She preferred the smooth, lean athleticism of this masked stallion. It was sexier to gaze upon. The obliques, the slutty torso, the aesthetic…so, so hot. So much hotter. Her cunt was utterly snatched in its honey.

The Colombina masked man was strong and virile in ways the Dark Knight could never be. Bigger in all the ways that mattered. No amount of training could make up for his god-given talent, stamina, and sex drive. Selina coiled over, however, as she felt a familiar pleasure at her entrance.

"O-oh! Ah~!" Her face exploded into ecstasy. His tongue. His fucking tongue. She thought the greatest detective in the world was phenomenal at eating pussy but this man…he was better. Way, way better. "W-wait! Y-you–! Masked–! Stallion–! Mmph!"

'Oh, right.' Once the climax shook her body, his tongue retreated. She didn't know his name. That was a little weird, truth be told. He listened as Selina panted and wailed, recovering from the massive orgasm. Her legs looked so **** and supple and he grabbed them without thinking.

He forcibly used them to bring Selina's pussy closer, mushing it to his lips. The thief's breath was stolen from her, her mind undergoing another wave of ecstasy. Once again, Selina slumped over, wailing and panting. He was so fast, so skilled, so wet and warm that she somehow felt another climax creep up on her. His tongue was a flexible tool of unbearable proportions. It outlined the shape of her pussylips and nudged parts of her insides that she never thought could be touched.

A sigh of relief exited her as her systems trembled. Her orgasm passed and she squirted, drenching his mask.

A beat passed. As if reading each other's minds, they shifted. Her legs were wobbly and her heart hammered against her ribs as she placed her hands against the wall of the outbuilding. She tempted him with a shake of her booty and then used a hand to spread it for him. Her eyes were locked with his throbbing cock, so hard, so long, and so, so addicting to look at. Its size, its aesthetic, everything about it was flawless, from the sloping pre-cum to the low hanging fruits.

"Baby, you're making me so wet." Selina huffed huskily. "I want you deeeeeep inside me…"