Batman rolled his eyes when Catwoman said she was thirsty. He nearly told her to go get s saucer of cream, but he knew that might end with things being much worse than they actually were at the moment. If the most that was going to happen was a blowjob, and one from someone skilled such as Catwoman, then so be it. He was pretty sure he could live through it despite his weakned conditon. Pandora had done a number on him, and it was nothing short of a miracle that he was still alive.<br/><br/>Past experiences with Catwoman should have told Batman what to expect when it came to what she was going to do and what she was capable of. However, in their previous encounters she had never taken command of his cock with her mouth, it had always been with her gloved hands or the sweet cavern between her legs. The magical work she performed with her tongue was flawless to say the least. It was a thing of pure perfection as she bobbed up and down applying the right amount of sensual pressure. Of course throughout the pleasureable exercise Catwoman had managed to stay in control by reminding Batman about her claws, of cpurse it was just her fingernails digging into his thighs, but still it was enough.<br/><br/>The pressure began to swell in his balls as he knew precum had to be leaking out of the tip and giving Catwoman a taste of what was to come, the cream she had been thirsting for. It was clear she had been jealous of what Pandora did to him, the way she had dominated him physically and sexually, he was Catwoman's turf and giving that up to a better more complete mistress just was not Catwoman's style. Their time was in the past, but Catwoman appeared dead set on claiming him once more and making him her faithful slave before Pandora broke him. It was rare to see Catwoman act this way, as if she were scared.<br/><br/>The swelling became too much before long. Batman had been more or less quiet throughout this session due to the pain his body was racked with and overall exhaustion, but when he exploded a loud grunt escaped him as he shot his hot sticky load into Catwoman's waiting mouth. He was giving her the cream she had thirsted for. The act brought him nearly to the point of passing out, and when he was done Batman's breathing was labored and sleep was the biggest thing on his mind.