Glancing in the mirror, I squeezed my breasts in my hands, brown nipples getting harder in the coolness of the room. The reflection in the mirror look...d damn fine — there I was, a petite, successful, young, black woman, 5’7′, with a beautiful fact to match, or so I’ve been told. My skin a light brown color, ass perfectly firm. Though I was petite, my breasts were a nice handful, 36C to be exact. My hair was light brown, long and curly, with blond highlights. Thick lips, above, my inviting brown. Alice opened the door with just a towel wrapped around her and a towel on her head. "I just got out of the shower, come in and talk to me. Connie went some where with her dad and will be home in a few hours. Her dad and I are going out to eat and a movie at 6:30, you can sit and talk with me while I get ready." Alice said taking my hand and leading me to the bedroom and showing me a chair next to her makeup table. I sat down and then Alice took the towel from around and placed it carefully on. The first fire brand came bouncing into the cave about a half-hour later. Two more followed that stayed in the entrance curve, smoking and sputtering, pine knots I think. I tossed the smoky torch out and was about to go after the others when a shot slammed into the wall near my face. I scurried back, spitting dirt. More burning faggots and more shots followed until the cave mouth was brightly lit and the cave itself almost smoke-filled. We stayed as close to the floor as we could, but I knew it. But as time went on he started to thrust his rigid joystick in and out of her clenching Batcunt, slowly at first, though soon it became faster and rougher. His fingers seized her hips and dug in like the talons of some bird of prey allowing him to pound her even harder while also increasing his own enjoyment. Soon he was pulling all but his spongy head out of her pussy before driving it back balls deep with each rapid thrust. Batgirl could hear the wet sucking sounds as her soaked pussy.