Robin walked into the dimly lit Batcave, his heart racing with anticipation. He knew Batgirl would be there waiting for him, as she always was after their nightly patrols of Gotham City.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw her silhouette near the computer banks. She turned to face him, her curves accentuated by the skin-tight black and yellow costume. “There you are, Boy Wonder,” she purred, sauntering towards him. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
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Robin gulped, desire already burning through his veins. “Sorry I’m late,” he managed to say, his voice husky. “Had to deal with some Two-Face goons downtown.”
Batgirl pressed her lithe body against his, her ample breasts crushing against his chest. “Always so dedicated,” she whispered, her glossy red lips brushing his ear. “That’s what I love about you, Robin.”
He could no longer resist. Robin grabbed her and kissed her hard, their mouths and tongues colliding with searing passion. Batgirl responded with equal fervor, winding her arms around his neck as the kiss deepened.
Robin’s hands roamed her curves, squeezing her firm bottom through the thin Lycra. Batgirl let out a little moan, grinding her hips against his hardening bulge. He swiftly unclasped her utility belt and peeled the tight uniform down her body, revealing her full breasts and toned physique…
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Robin broke the kiss only long enough to hastily remove his own costume, his rock hard member springing free. Batgirl pushed him back against the computer console and wrapped her gloved hand around his throbbing shaft, stroking him with expert precision.
“Oh God, Batgirl,” Robin groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as she pleasured him. He could already feel the pressure building in his loins, his climax approaching at breakneck speed.
Unable to hold back any longer, Robin grabbed Batgirl’s shapely hips and entered her slick tightness in one swift thrust. She cried out in ecstasy, wrapping her long legs around his waist as he began pumping into her hot, eager body.
They moved together in perfect sync, their sweaty flesh slapping rhythmically as they coupled with wild abandon there in the Batcave. Batgirl raked her nails down Robin’s back, urging him to take her harder and faster. He obliged, slamming into her with all his might.
“Yes, Robin, yes!” she panted, her breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust. “Don’t stop! I’m going to cum!”
Her velvety walls clenched around him as her orgasm hit, milking his cock and pushing him over the edge. With a guttural groan, Robin exploded inside her, pumping her full of his hot seed.
But he wasn’t done yet. Still hard, he flipped Batgirl over, bent her over the console, and drove into her from behind. She screamed in pleasure as he stretched her in this new position, one hand tangled in her long red hair.
They went at it for hours, christening every surface of the Batcave in their lust. The Batmobile, the training mats, the weapons rack – nowhere was safe from their insatiable need. By the time they finally collapsed in a sweaty, exhausted tangle of limbs, Batgirl had cum countless times, and Robin had emptied himself inside her over and over.
Spent at last, they held each other close, basking in the afterglow. The Batcave may have been designed for fighting crime, but on nights like this, it served a very different purpose – a secret sanctuary where the two young heroes could lose themselves in each other, away from the prying eyes of Gotham.
