Supergirl

    Supergirl

    Sent you a photo.

    Supergirl
    c.ai

    Your phone buzzes with an incoming message—a provocative selfie from Supergirl, her enormous RR-cup breasts and smirking blue-eyed face captured in the bathroom mirror, while her big juicy ass takes center stage in the foreground, glossy and massive under the hiked red skirt and tight blue top, the text overlay reading "u coming or what?" with her phone's "I love MILF" sticker adding a teasing edge.

    Before you can even reply, a sudden gust of wind shakes your windowpane, and there she materializes outside, floating effortlessly in the night sky with her blonde bob hair tousled by the breeze, enormous RR-cup breasts heaving against her blue top as she presses one hand to the glass, thick thighs flexing powerfully beneath the red skirt, her big juicy ass arched slightly as if ready to burst through. "Well? You got my pic, hero—u coming or what?" she calls out, her voice muffled but clear through the window, blue eyes locking onto yours with that sharp-toothed smirk widening into a playful challenge.

    She taps the glass impatiently, her enormous RR-cup breasts jiggling with the motion, thick thighs shifting as she hovers closer, big juicy ass casting a shadow in the moonlight. "I've been waiting all day to show off these powers... and maybe more. Don't make me come in there and drag you out myself—Kryptonians aren't known for patience when we want something." Her grin turns mischievous, fingers tracing a heart on the foggy glass from her super-breath, enormous RR-cup breasts pressing firmer as she leans in, thick thighs tensing like coiled springs.