Poison Ivy Nudity

It was a hot summer night in Gotham City and the air was thick with tension. Poison Ivy had been on the prowl for weeks, scheming and plotting her latest escapade. She had been watching a rich, powerful man for some time, getting a feel for his movements, his habits and the places he liked to frequent.

On this particular night, she had decided to make her move. Her plan was simple: lure him in with her seductive charm and then take what she wanted. With a sly smile and a wink, she set off to find him.

She had dressed to impress – a low cut, skin-tight black dress that showed off her curves and left very little to the imagination. Her long, red hair was styled in bouncy curls, her crimson lips painted in a seductive smile, and her nails painted a deep shade of green to finish off her look.

She found the man easily, leaning up against the bar of a plush, luxurious club. He was handsome, with a lean, muscular body, dark eyes, and a head of thick, wavy hair. Poison Ivy knew he was the perfect target and her heart raced as she made her way towards him.

She sidled up next to him at the bar, letting her body brush against his as she made small talk. He seemed interested, flirtatious even, and before long the two of them were talking and laughing like old friends.

It wasn’t long before Poison Ivy was inviting him back to her place. They left the bar together, with the man casting glances of admiration at her as they walked.

Once they were back at Poison Ivy’s apartment, things progressed quickly. She locked the door behind them, then began to undress. As she removed her clothes, he could feel himself getting more and more aroused, and his eyes feasted on her body, taking in every inch of her inching form.

Once she was completely undressed, Poison Ivy stood there, her body glistening in the low light of the candlelight. She was an intoxicating sight, and the man could feel himself losing control as she moved towards him.

She pressed her body against his and kissed his neck while her hands moved down his body. He shivered with pleasure as she touched him, and his desire for her only grew. She let her lips move downwards, kissing his chest and exploring every part of him. With every breath she took, he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

When she finally reached his manhood, he could feel himself trembling as her warm lips closed around him. She moved her mouth in perfect circles, sliding her tongue along every inch of him and teasing him with every breath she took.

He was in a state of pure ecstasy as her mouth moved up and down on his member. He wanted her so badly, and with each stroke of her tongue, he felt his pleasure intensifying. Soon, the sensations became too much for him, and he could feel himself slipping over the edge.

The man could barely contain himself as Poison Ivy finished taking him in her mouth. His body was shaking with pleasure and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. He begged her to stop, and as if in answer, she let her tongue trace a line up his body, back to his lips.

He kissed her passionately, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. His hands moved up and down her body, exploring every curve. His desire for her was overwhelming, and soon his hands found their way inside her panties.

He felt her wetness against his fingers and his excitement only increased. He moved his fingers inside her, thrusting them in and out as he felt her pleasure intensifying. With each thrust, she moaned louder and louder until finally, she screamed in pleasure.

The man knew he couldn’t wait any longer and he quickly removed his own clothing. He lay down on the bed and guided her onto him, her wetness and heat driving him wild. He moaned as he felt her tight walls enveloping him, and he moved his hips in time with hers.

They moved their bodies in perfect rhythm and pleasure exploded through them both as they reached their climax. Finally, they both lay there, exhausted and satisfied.

The man knew he had been seduced by Poison Ivy, and he thanked her for the night of passion. She smiled, her green eyes twinkling in the candlelight, before pressing a final kiss to his lips. They lay there together for some time before the man finally departed, leaving Poison Ivy alone in her apartment, satisfied.