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“Soar through the skies of sexual adventure with our sizzling hot take on the Amazonian warrior princess, Wonder Woman! But this isn’t your mother’s Lynda Carter – oh no, THIS Wonder Woman is a thoroughly depraved, insatiable nymphomaniac who can’t get enough of big, throbbing cocks and mind-blowing orgasms!

Clad in her iconic crimson, gold and blue bodysuit that clings to her every curve, the blonde beauty struts onto the set, her hips swaying with every confident step. You can practically feel the sizzling sexual energy radiating off her as she approaches the camera, sapphire eyes smoldering with lust.

“Oh hi there,” she purrs, running a finger along her plump, glossy lips. “I hope you don’t mind that my uniform might be getting a little… ripped, torn, and thoroughly debauched by the end of our little heroine’s erotic escapade.”

Wonder Woman saunters over to her trustyWeapon, the Lasso of Truth, and seems to lose herself in memory. She tosses a smoldering gaze over her shoulder, biting her lip as she grinds her voluptuous ass against the invisible wall between her and her costar, her hands roaming over her impressive cleavage and down her tight, toned stomach.

“Thinking about all those nasty villains I’ve tamed with this rope… I bet they’re thinking about me too,” she muses, her voice a breathy whisper. “In fact, I know they are. They’ll never forget what it’s like to have their bulges filial by the strength of will alone…”

She traces her delicate fingers along her cinched waist, eyes fluttering closed as she imagines the torments she could put them through.

“Maybe I should give it a try,” she breathes, getting on her knees, the star embroidered on her forehead flashing with pride as she gazes up at the camera through thick lashes. “What do you say? Feel like being my favorite villain for a day?”

Her fingers float up her body, slipping into the top of her costume, teasing her ample breasts. She gives you a look of innocence, a coquettish little smirk playing at the corner of her mouth as she dips two fingers past the lacy material cupping her breasts, rubbing the stiffening peaks, blushing at the fantastic tingles that course through her body.

“Ohhhh… I think my costume’s shrinking!” Wonder Woman whimpers, thrusting her chest out, the rich red material straining against her creamy skin. “It feels so tight… like a squeeze, like a hug… like I’ve got a whole army of tiny warriors worshipping my body!”

“Maybe I should just take it off,” she decides with a mischievous little giggle as she tears herself out of the top of her costume with a sharp rip. She tosses the crumpled, discarded scraps aside with a pout. “I feel so much better without those pesky clothes tying me down.”

Wonder Woman stands before the camera in her stunning golden beauty, flowing honey locks framing her angelic face. She walks her fingers along her collarbone, between the valley of her breasts, over her slim stomach.

“I feel so free now,” she sighs, licking her lips, “So available… So open to new experiences and adventures.”

She turns, offering you an exquisite view of how her miniscule bottoms barely cover any of her round, plump cheeks. She cups herself, rubbing two fingers along the thin fabric stretched obscenely between her thighs.

“Is this what you want?” she asks, glancing coyly over her shoulder, her brilliant blue eyes half liddled, her pillowy lips parted in a gasp. “Do you see how wet I am, how much I want that big, powerful cock of yours?”

Wonder Woman falls to her hands and knees, presenting her ripest fruit for the taking, her backside quivering with anticipation. She hikes her romper up, showing off more of her sun-kissed bare skin, the taunting star-shaped patch over her womanhood peeking out from behind her.

She arches her back, pushing her slight, rosebud ass higher, wiggling it back and forth, reaching a hand back to pull the little patch of material aside, mounting a final tease before she throws herself into ecstasy.

“Please,” she whimpers, “I need it…I need you…I need your big, thick…ahhhnnnnnngggg!!!!!!”

Wonder Woman’s lusty cries fill the room as she rides out an earth-shattering orgasm, her hips bucking wildly, her pert breasts bouncing. She collapses onto the floor, knees weak, gasping for air.

“Nnngggg…Better than ambrosia,” she pants, slowly regaining her composure. “But just wait till you see what I can do on that magic flight cape!”

Wonder Woman spreads the cape to their fullest extents, revealing the plush surface that seems to invite her to sink into, almost like it would catch her in case she falls.

“C’mon baby,” she goads, pouting her glossy lips, “Don’t be shy. Get on top…and I’ll show you how a princess flies.”