The sound of the doorbell ringing pulled Catwoman from her current train of thought. She looked at her toned, handsome husband who shrugged and walked to the door to see who was there. Catwoman plopped her huge ass down in a huge chair and waited for her husband to get back, petting the only pussy Batman would never touch.
“Are you going to watch mommy get fucked hard tonight, are you?” She cooed at Isis as she petted the cat with her thick fingers. She wanted to have some action hard, just the thought of her husbands big cock slamming into her made the slutty former cat burglar become wet. The sex with Bruce was amazing, although she had to admit it was even better when he was Batman. There was something about seeing him in that dark, menacing mask that made it so good when he slammed into her. Bruce felt the same way about her when she put on her skintight uniform. The sex between Selena and Bruce was good, but the sex between Catwoman and Batman was great.
As Ctawoman wan her fingers over her big fat tities, Batman waltzed back in, a smile on his usually grim face and his hand behind her back. The sight of his wife fondling herself only made his smile widen. “I hope I’m not interrupting, but something just arrived for you at the front door.”
“It’s nothing that you can’t handle later. What you got for me now,” Catwoman purred as she moved out of the chair and slunk towards her husband. Even with all the blubber on her, Catwoman still had a lot of agility. She was one of the few extra, extra large girls in the League who could still hope from building to building, although the buildings did shake when she landed on top of them.
Batman chuckled, knowing he would handle What she wanted and then some. He showed her what had come from outside the front door and said, “I found it in a box addressed to you, it said it was from…”
“Zatanna sent them,” Catwoman squealed and pulled the gift out of Batman’s hands. Hanging between her fingers was a red and black pair of panties. They looked perfectly crafted and glossy with her new initials on the side. They were also huge, perfect for a girl of Catwoman’s size. Holding them up for Batman to see, she giggled like a schoolgirl. “I asked Zatanna to magic me up a pair of panties that would never break. I always rip my old pairs when I get gassy or get into fights or when you get too rough. Now I never have to worry about going commando again.”
“But I like it when you go commando,” Batman joked and took a good look at the panties. For some strange reason, the pair reminded him of something important, but he couldn’t remember what. Brushing the feeling off, he focused on his sexy wife and more important things, like getting into her pants before those panties do.
“Pervy bat,” Catwoman giggled and dropped her pants to the ground. Batman gazed at the naked bottom half of his wife, her thunder thighs, her aroused pussy, her bush of dark hair around her lips and that huge jiggly ass that he loved so much. Those panties would be covering all of that. Those were some lucky underwear.
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