Black Canary

The other Birds of Prey were away, her JLA communicator was quiet, and even Green Arrow wasn't around. A shame, since Black Canary could have really used an arrow in her quiver right now. It looked like she'd have to take matters into her own hands.

The buxom blonde unzipped her leather top, all the way down to the bottom, and slid her hand under the top of her fishnets, her fingers finding her moist pussy.

And then she stopped. In her eagerness to pleasure herself, she'd almost forgotten to take precautions. What was she thinking? With her canary cry, she could take down a city block with every orgasm, and she didn't have Oliver around to keep her mouth full.

And so it was, a minute later, with a hastily constructed gag in place, Dinah Lance set her hands to work, one playing with a nipple, stroking and pinching it, while another whipped things up downstairs. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her back arched, hoping that she'd reach her climax uninterrupted, and that the only beeper going off wouldn't be her JLA communicator.