"No time, I'm afraid," Bruce hurried toward the mezzanine bathrooms, fishing a soft cowl from the lining of his dinner jacket.
Catwoman slid smoothly down the rear façade of the museum, like hot fudge down a marbled ice cream cake. Landing lightly, she never heard, or felt, the iron grip of his clenched fist until it snared her high pony tail and pinned her against the cold marble.
"I'll take that," The familiar growl whispered, his free hand forced its way into her suit, fishing Nefertiti's Pearl Necklace from where it had been hastily lodged alongside her quivering left breast. It slid through her protruding cleavage, the memory of his bare hand still fresh on her hard nipple.
Spun around and pinned against the wall with enough force to let her know that she was caught, but without really doing any harm. The tuxedo and mask threw her off for just a moment. "Ooh...Dolce...bespoke?", seductively stroking the perfectly fitted jacket. "Hmmm...bullet proof?" Eyebrow lifted, her full, luscious lips curled into a wry smile, deep eyes twinkled in teasing seduction before quickly shifting to pouty obedience. "Can't we just let this slide?" she shrugged. "Night's still young...nice party. You got the goods back...," the sly grin returned, "and to second base." Her hand slid down. "Maybe I could blow you to apologize...?" His semi-hard cock twitched beneath her hand, already stiffening in his suit trousers.
"You know I'd never do anything, so..." a quiet gasp as her long, elegant fingers grasped at his hardening shaft. "...unethical."
"How about a Penguin, instead?" she purred seductively.
"The Penguin!?!," Batman's whole body stiffened. "Give me the Penguin and no questions asked." His hips jerked as her thumb rotated over his swollen cock-head, already wet with pre-cum.
"Deal!" Sliding down the wall, fumbling at his trousers, his strong hand locked over hers. "Relax", she looked up lasciviously. "Only gonna take a minute and it's the only way to keep my end of the deal."
Batman knew that it wasn't just a desire to get Penguin off the streets as she lowered his trousers and boxers to his ankles. How many times had he imagined this exact fantasy?
The cool night air was quickly replaced by delicious, sucking warmth as she wrapped her full lips around his meaty dick, sucking him in long, swirling strokes, engulfing his full length, her succulent lower lip bumping against his swollen balls before slavishly working her lips, tongue and hand all the way back to the tip.
