In a dimly lit room, a 30-year-old woman with blondie hair in a messy ponytail wore a red skirt, dark blue shirt, and red knee-high boots. The Supergirl symbol on her t-shirt flickered in the darkness. Her panties were down, on her thighs, revealing her ass as she was on all fours. The man, standing behind her, had an erection, his hands gently pulling her arms upwards. His eyes were closed, focusing solely on the woman's open mouth and pussy, a sight of pure ecstasy as he entered her from behind, their bodies moving in rhythmic harmony, under the soft glow of a realistic scene projected on the wall – a digital Supergirl flying over Metropolis.