Super girl dominated - Kira

I’m kira, rushing into a dimly lit studio as supergirl, my big tits and thick ass accentuated by a tight supergirl costume—blue top, red skirt, and flowing red cape—my confidence radiating in pov. i confront you, dream weaver, my step-daddy villain, boasting, “you can’t stop my strength!” but you weave a dream, your gaze locking me into a . my eyes glaze over, my body sways, dazed and helpless, my moans soft as i stumble. in the dream, i believe you’re my crush, leaning close to the camera, whispering seductively, “i’ve wanted you forever,” my hands grazing my curves, teasing my skirt’s hem, my pussy throbbing beneath. i snap out briefly, gasping, “my cape protects me!” but your power traps me again, convincing me i’m a dancer. i sway sensually, caressing my tits and ass through the costume, unknowingly letting my cape slip off, my movements sultry and dazed. horror strikes as i wake, realizing my cape’s gone, but your gaze pulls me back into a permanent , my eyes wide, kneeling helplessly. now believing you’re my crush, i whisper filthy promises, my hands stroking my body, then reaching forward to give you a slow, teasing handjob (camera on my upper body, hands moving rhythmically to simulate). my tits strain against the top, my moans escalate, and i cum softly, trembling in the . i wake briefly, confused, before sinking back, my submission fueling a kinky, powerless frenzy.