Batgirl's mind succumbs

Batgirl willingly opened her lips and involuntarily shuddered in delight as the nameless henchman slid his cock into her. She could taste him, the throb of his manhood was pronounced as she fastened her mouth around him and started to bob her head.

She was frustrated by the chair she was tied to. All thoughts of escape now gone, Barbara was confounded that her restraints prevented her from reaching down between her legs or up to grab another cock.

The henchman to her left undressed. Muscled, bald and back the guy fitted Bane's typical choice for a goon. The new dick rubbed against her cheek, demanding some attention. Batgirl let the first cock go, a trail of saliva connecting it's tip to her lips and turned her head to impale her face on the large rod of flesh.

As she turned, Batgirl could see Bane's progress with Poison Ivy. Ivy was arching her back, green tits jiggling violently in response to Bane's rhythmic pounding. She had her arms up and looped over Bane's thick neck. It was Bane's incredible strength that had her locked into the **** position, hands now gripping her legs, lifting her off the ground.

Through the gaps between the bodies of the circling goons, Batgirl could see the wide girth of Bane's powerful dick push open Ivy's pussy. She could see flesh on flesh. What would it be like, her mind wondered in a pheromone daze, to kneel in front of the fucking supervillains and link where the two met. Would she be able to feel a fraction of what Ivy must now be feeling?

A third henchman was on her, dragging her wandering, **** mind back to the pleasurable tasks - all five of them - at hand. The criminal's wicked knife cut down the front of her batsuit, tugging and ripping as the armour refused to go easily.

The black goon came in her mouth. Hands grabbed her head, yanked her forward, forcing her to swallow and drool cum. Quickly, not wanting to waste any of the opportunity, Batgirl returned her attentions to the first cock, swallowing it up gratefully.

Her armour tore open, the knifeman finally successful. Hands pulled at her, yanking her top as to pull it free from her breasts. Batgirl could sense Ivy watching. She could tell the sexy mastermind was appraising her body.

Cum splashed her, a goon masturbating out of reach stepped forward to unload his sticky seed all over her breasts. The naked men surrounded her, cocks pointing at their prize.

"Untie her, " suggested the bearded rough who had just ejaculated over her boobs. Behind them, Poison Ivy let out a gasp of delight.