She was Kara Zor-El no longer just a Supergirl cosplayer. Our Supergirl was taken and found herself tied up as if in a dark fantasy. Her big natural tits heaved with anticipation a blonde Supergirl in latex. Three figures approached ready to inflict their desires. She was to be humiliated in a gangbang. Her cries turned to pleasure as she was held down. This wasn't a rescue but a degradation. The Supergirl cosplayer was overwhelmed. Yet a glimmer of defiance remained in her eyes. Soon she would be free and exact her revenge. This was just a moment a Supergirl fantasy she would overcome. The taste of forbidden pleasure lingered. She was a heroine after all. Even as they fucked her she plotted. Her body might be bound but her spirit was not. A goddess cannot be truly defeated. This was her story her private moment. A Supergirl forged in fire. She would escape and make them pay. Lex Luthor would never truly win. Her Supergirl's choice was her own. This was her Supergirl her rules.
Her big natural tits heaved with anticipation a blonde Supergirl in latex. 
Three figures approached ready to inflict their desires. 
She was to be humiliated in a gangbang. 
Her cries turned to pleasure as she was held down. 
This wasn't a rescue but a degradation. 
The Supergirl cosplayer was overwhelmed. 
Yet a glimmer of defiance remained in her eyes. 
Soon she would be free and exact her revenge. 
This was just a moment a Supergirl fantasy she would overcome. 
The taste of forbidden pleasure lingered. 
She was a heroine after all. 
Even as they fucked her she plotted. 
Her body might be bound but her spirit was not. 
A goddess cannot be truly defeated. 
This was her story her private moment. 
A Supergirl forged in fire. 
She would escape and make them pay. 
Lex Luthor would never truly win. 
Her Supergirl's choice was her own. 
This was her Supergirl her rules.