"Unfortunately, I'm feeling...a little contrary this evening. So! No cock for Vicki." There was a little whine of frustration from the blonde on the floor. "Patience, Pet." Then back to the bound man: "No, perhaps I'll just take care of you myself. I think I'll wrap my big, soft tits around your shaft and just...mmmm-rowrr..." Catwoman stood and stretched languidly. Then she cupped her naked breasts, bouncing them gently, and watching with pleasure as she saw Batman's eyes riveted to the gentle liquid movement of her titflesh. "Mmmm, you like that idea, don't you, Bats? You'd like to slide your nice thick cock of yours right in here,"—Catwoman rolled her...