Preview for next month

Terry spaced out—the next thing he knew he was in an elegant, marble-tile bathroom with a heavy throw rug in the center of the floor. He recognized Talia al Ghul in front of him, wearing a fluffy white bathrobe that contrasted deliciously with her dusky skin, hanging loosely from her lush curves and providing a snow-white backdrop to the dark-chocolate hair that fell around her shoulders. Apparently just out of the shower, the wet gloss of her hair still hung in front of one eye, veiling it like she was an old-fashioned 2D star.

“Terry, you’re just in time,” Talia purred in her luscious accent, as decadently rich as her voluptuous flesh. “I’m fresh out of the shower. And isn’t a thing best enjoyed when it’s fresh?”

She opened her bathrobe, revealing herself from her bare breasts to her lustrous pubic hair to her long, caramel legs. Decadent. That was the only way to think about her. Like a thick, creamy chocolate cake, every mouthful moist and heavy and delicious.

Terry knelt down on the rug between her mocha-colored thighs and rounded his hands over her hips, cupping the round cheeks of her ass. Then he molded his mouth to the lips of her sex and sucked, sliding his tongue up and down her hot, swollen slit.

“Unnnh!” A wave of lust passed over Talia’s beautiful face as she felt Terry inside her, probing the incongruous candy-pink of her sex. “That’s good, Terry!” She thrust her hands behind his head, holding him to her pussy. “Enjoy my pussy—I can see how much you’re enjoying it! Taste it until you’ve made me come!” 

Terry could not resist—he could barely hold himself back from surging up and entering Talia then and there. As it was, he rocked his hips, fucking his stiff cock through the air as he savored the taste of Talia’s sex. She was wet and delicious; it was no wonder even Bruce had been tempted by this well-perfumed cunt.

His hands kneaded and massaged her ass, squeezing her cheeks until they were almost bruised. Pulling at his wrists, Talia convinced his hands to roam over her naked body, and Terry did. He devoured her frothing womanhood as his hands discovered her full breasts, cupping them, teasing the stiffening nipples.

“Hnnnnm! Yes, Terry, it feels so good!” Talia shook her head around mindlessly, throwing her hair around until wet strands of it were clinging to her cheeks, giving a savage aspect to her oh-so-cultured sensuality. “Suck harder!” Grabbing his head again, she rolled her hips against his face, fucking herself on his licking tongue. “I know you love the taste of this cunt!”

Terry held onto the heft of Talia’s left breast, feeling it jiggle and bounce from the ripples of pleasure his tongue was sending through her body. He reached around a toned thigh with his right hand, pushing between the splayed cheeks of her ass and touching her aching cunt from behind.

Talia shrieked as she felt his fingers join his tongue inside her, pushing in up to the knuckles while his tongue lapped at her stingingly erect clit. He sucked on it as his fingers pumped back and forth, spreading the slippery lips of her labia.

“I’m gonna come!” Talia wrenched at his hair, almost as if trying to put a stop to the endless intensity of what she was feeling, but Terry ignored the pain. “My pussy’s so hot! Eat me, Terry, eat my clit!”

Terry wrapped his lips around her clitoris and sucked it hard. He rhythmically stroked her cunt with his fingers while his tongue slid over the hood of her pink, sensitive bud.

Talia’s face reddened as her expression contorted in a grimace of ecstasy so high that she had to endure it. “Coming, Terry! Oh fuck, keep sucking me! My cunt is going off! It’s yours! It’s yours!”

The spasms exploded deep in her loins, making her flesh tingle and throb as the honey of her satisfaction poured out of her. Terry tasted her juices and moaned contentedly as he gulped them down, fingering and kissing and licking her sex as it climaxed for him.

The spasms slowly subsided. Gasping and panting for air, Talia fell to a sit atop the room’s toilet, her richly decadent body and extravagantly satisfied sexuality so ill-fitting the earthy setting she’d found herself in that it almost struck Terry as perverse. No—perverse was what they’d just done. This was ridiculous, ironic, as silly as—

As an old man in a young woman’s body.

Terry stood up suddenly, thinking of how he’d last seen Talia al Ghul. She’d been hot, but she’d had some British-ass old dude in her head. Not only that, she, he, had died. So what was she doing here, now, having him go down on her? And what was he doing here? The last thing he remembered, vaguely, was Ten’s mother Donna… but then how the hell had he ended up in bed (or wherever) with her?