A little Show

Supergirl had no idea what was running through her head, it was as if her body was responding without her even thinking about it.

Slowly she spread her legs, her cheeks flushing as she moved them, knowing that the movement was revealing more of her body to the camera. How powerful was it? Could the guard see her pussy in high definition? Could he see the juices dripping from her lips, knowing how turned on she was at the moment?

She shifted in the chair again, feeling the cold metal of the handcuffs around her wrists, preventing her from getting off the chair, but also preventing her from putting her hands between her legs. She wanted nothing more than to bury her fingers deep within her pussy, to bring herself to orgasm, to find that release that she felt she needed.

She once more turned her focus to the camera, this time her eyes filled more with lust than fear, and she bit her lip. Was the guard still stroking his cock in his office watching her? Had he already shot his load all over the screen staring at her nearly naked body? Or was he thinking of coming back?

That thought sent another shiver through her body. In her minds eye she saw him bursting back into the room, throwing her over the desk and forcing himself upon her.

Supergirl's breathing was already coming hard and fast, and she tried to force the thoughts from her mind, straining against the handcuffs, wishing she could do something about the urge building inside her.