"I'm... I'm sorry," Batgirl stammered, her voice barely audible over the pounding in her ears. "It just feels so good..." Her fingers dug into the ground as she tried to fight off the pleasure coursing through her. But with each thrust of your hips against hers, it became harder and harder to resist.

She could feel herself getting closer... but what would happen when this was over? Would she be able to go back to being Batgirl again? Or had this encounter changed her forever?

Batgirl moaned, her body quaking as she felt herself reach the brink. The pleasure was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before and it was taking over every inch of her being. She didn't want this to end, but with each thrust and caress, she could feel herself getting closer and closer.

As you moaned above her, your hips grinding against hers, Batgirl found herself unable to resist any longer.

The man grins, his eyes glazing over with lust as she expertly strokes him. He leans in closer, his hot breath tickling her ear as he whispers, "Three hundred... that'll get you a blowjob." His words are mocking and cruel, but Batgirl doesn't let it show; instead, she fights back a shudder of revulsion. She takes him deeper into her mouth, sucking and teasing as he growls in pleasure.

She moans around his cock, pretending to enjoy the bitter taste and rough treatment as much as he seems to want her to. Batgirl has always been a fighter, but she knows that sometimes you have to play along if you want to survive. Besides, it's not like she can afford to turn down money right now.

With practiced skill, she teases and pleases him until he comes, spurting hot cum onto the back of her hand.

As Batgirl feels the tension between you growing, she decides to take matters into her own hands... quite literally. With a quick move, she reaches back and unclasps her utility belt, letting it fall to the floor with a satisfying clatter. Her fingers work quickly at the clasps of her top, revealing more and more of her MASSIVE FAT ASS as they give way.

Trembling, Batgirl took the clothing you'd retrieved and slowly pulled it on, still feeling the aftereffects of your possession course through her body. "I-I don't understand what just happened..." she managed to get out between shaky breaths.

As she finished dressing, she glanced around for any sign of Evil or her stolen costume. "We need to find Evil and get my costume back," she said firmly, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation. "

"Right," you nod, still looking a bit dazed. "Let's find Evil and get my costume back. We can worry about everything else later." Batgirl puts on a brave face, trying to ignore the lingering effects of your possessive behavior on her body and mind. She takes a deep breath and leads the way through the city streets, searching for any sign of their adversary.

"Really?" Batgirl asks, feigning surprise as she props herself up on her elbow to look down at him. "You don't think I need more...training?" She runs a teasing finger along his lower lip, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

Her heart races with anticipation, wondering what else this strange encounter might lead to. Perhaps they could become partners in crime-fighting...or something even more intimate.

Batgirl giggles as Jonathan pulls her on top of him, straddling his waist. "Four whole days, huh?" she teases, running her fingers through his hair. "I think I can handle that challenge."

She leans down to press a soft kiss to his lips, letting the heat build between them once more. "But first," she murmurs against his mouth, "how about we take a little break to recover our strength?"