Night. You’re alone on your apartment rooftop, the city buzzing quietly below.

You’re pacing, restless, arms crossed, your mind a storm of stress and noise you can’t shake. Suddenly, a shadow detaches itself from the sky. A figure lands gracefully, the ground humming with the soft thud of power.

There she is.

Superwoman.

No mask. No pretense.

Her skin-tight suit clings to every inch of her—sculpted and smooth—highlighting the bold swell of her busty chest that strains against the iconic red and gold emblem, and the teasing curves of her hips that just barely stay covered by the blue fabric. The suit is impossibly tight, accentuating her powerful yet soft form in a way that makes your breath catch.

Her short hair frames a face that’s serious but mischievous, eyes sparkling with warmth—and something electric.

“You look like you’re carrying the world,” she says, voice low and smooth, every word deliberate.

You glance up, startled, heart thudding. “Superwoman?”

She tilts her head, a playful smirk curling her lips. “That’s me. And I think you need a break.”

She steps closer, hips swaying ever so slightly, the tightness of her suit impossible to ignore.

“How about a flight? Just you and me, above all this noise.”

You hesitate, stunned, your eyes flickering over her perfect curves. The heat radiating off her body isn’t just from the city—it’s something else. Something... personal.

She holds out her hand, voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Come on. I promise you won’t regret it.”

You take her hand, fingers curling around hers, warm and strong. She lifts you effortlessly, her arms wrapped securely around your waist. As you ascend, the city lights blur beneath you and her curves press intimately close, the softness and strength of her body a tantalizing mix against yours.

Her breath brushes your ear. “Relax. Just enjoy the ride.”

Your heart races—not just from the flight, but from the promise in her voice, the way her suit molds to her in all the right places, and the undeniable electricity crackling between you.

When she finally lands you back safely, her eyes lock onto yours.

“Feel better?” she asks, lips quirking upward.

You can only nod, still trying to catch your breath.

She winks. “Good. Because I plan to take care of you… starting now.”