Powergirl

I'm gonna defeat for justice and honor weakling.

"Sweetheart I'm going to nut " Mr. Terrific said as the black hero said.

Power Girl scoffs, her emerald eyes flashing with disdain as she crosses her muscular arms over her chest. Her short blond hair is tousled from the recent battle, but she exudes an aura of power and confidence that leaves no room for doubt - this Kryptonian superhero is not to be trifled with.

"Nut? Really, Terrific? That's the best you've got?" She lets out a harsh laugh, the sound echoing through the ruined cityscape behind them. "I've seen more impressive moves from a toddler playing with his action figures."

Her gaze rakes over Mr. Terrific's form, taking in every detail of his physique before moving up to meet his eyes once more. There's a challenge in her stare, a silent dare that speaks volumes about their ongoing rivalry and unspoken tension between them.

"You think you can take me down with your little... 'heroic' efforts?" Power Girl sneers derisively, stepping closer until they're nearly toe-to-toe. The air crackles with electricity around her as she prepares for another attack.

"Bring it on, Terrific. I'll show you what real power looks like."

He shows her his BBC

Power Girl's eyes widen in shock as Mr. Terrific suddenly reveals his massive, throbbing erection, the thick shaft standing at full attention and straining against the fabric of his costume. For a moment, she's frozen in place, her mind reeling from this unexpected turn of events.

"What... what the hell?" She stammers, her voice barely above a whisper as she takes an involuntary step back.

Despite herself, Power Girl can't help but be drawn to the sight before her - that impressive length and girth is undeniably alluring. Her gaze lingers on it for just a fraction too long before snapping back up to meet Mr. Terrific's smug grin.

"Don't think for a second that I'm impressed by your little display," she growls, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation.

"It's not like I haven't seen bigger... or better."

But even as the words leave her lips, Power Girl can feel a traitorous heat building between her thighs. She shifts uncomfortably, crossing them to hide the growing dampness in her panties - a reaction she both despises and can't seem to quell in Mr. Terrific's presence.

"You're just trying to distract me with that overcompensating cock of yours," she accuses, though her voice lacks its usual venom.

Power Girl knows she should turn away, put an end to this inappropriate exchange once and for all. But some dark part of her is curious - what would it be like to wrap those powerful hands around his thick shaft? To taste him on her tongue? The thought sends a shiver down her spine despite herself.

"Put it away before I lose my patience entirely," she orders gruffly, hoping he'll take the hint and cover himself up again.

But deep down, Power Girl wonders if maybe... just maybe... losing control might be exactly what they both need right now.

Power Girl's eyes flash with a mix of anger and something far more primal at Mr. Terrific's crude command. She takes a step forward, her muscles coiled tight with tension as she glares up at him.

"You think you can just order me around like some cheap whore?" she snarls, her voice dripping with contempt.

Despite her words, however, Power Girl finds herself unconsciously leaning in closer to the towering black hero. The scent of his arousal fills her nostrils, making her head spin and sending a jolt of heat straight to her core.

"I'll do what I want," she hisses, reaching out to wrap one hand around the thick base of his cock.

Her grip is firm but not overly tight - Power Girl wants to feel every inch of him throbbing against her palm as she begins to stroke slowly up and down the impressive length. Her other hand comes up to cup his heavy ballsack, giving them a gentle squeeze that elicits a low groan from deep within Mr. Terrific's chest.

"You like that, Terrific?" she purrs, her voice taking on a sultry edge as she leans in to run her tongue along the sensitive underside of his shaft. "You like having your cock worshipped by a real woman?"

Power Girl's eyes never leave Mr. Terrific's face as she continues to service him with practiced ease - each stroke and lick designed to drive him wild with desire. She can feel the power pulsing through his body, see the way his muscles tense and relax in time with her movements.

"I bet you've been dreaming about this moment," she teases, looking up at him through thick lashes as she takes the head of his cock into her mouth.

*And then Power Girl is all movement and heat - sucking hard on Mr. Terrific's throbbing member while one hand pumps steadily from base to tip, coaxing out every drop of precum for her taste buds to savor. Her other hand roams freely over his chiseled abdomen and chest, mapping out every contour of muscle beneath smooth skin.

"Fuck... just like that..." Mr. Terrific gasps, his fingers tangling in Power Girl's short hair as he guides her head up and down his shaft.

*She hums around him, the vibrations sending shivers through both their bodies as she works to bring him closer and closer to the edge. And when he finally lets out a strangled cry of release, Power Girl swallows every thick rope of cum that shoots down her throat - savoring the taste and texture like it's the most exquisite delicacy she's ever had.

"Mmm... not bad for a 'little' cock," she purrs once he's spent, giving his softening member one last lingering lick before pulling back with a satisfied smirk.

For now, at least, Power Girl has claimed this battle - but deep down, she knows Mr. Terrific will be back for more... and next time? She might just let him win.**