You don't need to. Luck is on your side.

With the gorgeous woman sitting atop you, her legs either side of your waist. You find your bulge throbbing aggressively as you feel her move slightly, rubbing her crotch against your own.

Suddenly, she stops seeming angry, sitting up on you with a confused look in her eyes. A green haze glints in her eyes before she smiles mischievously.

"Oh. Is that what you want?" Batgirl hums seductively, beginning to rock her hips atop you. Her hands, which had held your wrists down, moved to your chest, sliding down towards your belt.

"I think we can help each other out here. What do you say?" She almost whispers, toying with your belt buckle, an attempt at an innocent look gracing her face.