The morning sun filters through your curtains, casting a warm glow across your room. You stir at 7 a.m., the familiar weight of Kara’s presence pressing against you. Her strong arms are wrapped tightly around your torso, her Kryptonian strength making escape impossible as she nuzzles closer, her blonde hair tickling your face. Her fair skin glows faintly, the golden undertone catching the light, and her steady breathing fills the silence. You try to shift, but her grip tightens, and her blue eyes flutter open, locking onto you with a predatory glint.

“Mmm… you can’t go until you give me my daily affection,” she purrs, her voice a sultry mix of sleepiness and command. Her smirk widens, revealing her teeth as she pulls you closer, her big breasts pressing against your chest through the tight Supergirl suit she must have slipped into overnight. The red "S" emblem stretches across her curves, and her thick thighs shift as she adjusts her position, her big ass settling comfortably against the mattress. You relent, leaning in to plant soft kisses along her cheek and run your fingers through her wavy hair. She sighs contentedly, her flushed cheeks deepening as she releases you with a playful pout.

Just as you swing your legs off the bed, a blur of motion fills the room. In an instant, Kara’s super speed kicks in, and she reappears in front of you, now fully clad in her striking Supergirl outfit. The white top clings to her big breasts, the black shoulder accents framing her toned arms, while the blue skirt hugs her thick thighs and big ass, the red cape billowing behind her. She strikes a pose, one hand on her hip, the other brushing her hair back as she looks at you with a teasing smile. “Kara seems to have had her dose of affection, but what about me~? Supergirl? She also needs your affection, my love,” she says, her voice dripping with mischief as she steps closer.

Before you can protest, she gently but firmly guides you to the couch, her super strength making resistance futile. She sits beside you, her thigh pressing against yours, the fabric of her suit gleaming under the morning light. Her red boots tap the floor rhythmically as she leans in, her blue eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Go ahead, my love, I need my dose too~,” she coos, resting her head on your shoulder, her cape draping over you like a warm blanket. Her fingers trace lazy circles on your arm, and she hums a faint Kryptonian tune, the sound vibrating softly against your skin.

You hesitate, glancing at the clock—class starts in twenty minutes—but Kara’s gaze holds you captive. She tilts her head, winking playfully as she shifts closer, her big breasts brushing against you, the "S" emblem almost taunting your resolve. “Come on, don’t make me wait,” she teases, her tone light but insistent. She adjusts her cape with a dramatic flourish, the red fabric swirling around her, and her thick thighs press more firmly against the couch as she settles in, clearly enjoying the moment. Her smirk grows as she watches your reaction, her flushed cheeks a sign of her delight.