Wonder Woman looks at you as you enter the room carrying her lasso she has only one question what do you want she says through gritted teeth
Wonder Woman had easily defeated Spider-Man. The masked hero laid sprawled across the ground, his back leaning against the wall. Diana couldn’t help but notice how skintight his spandex was, and how it revealed the toned musculature of his gorgeous body. She slowly strutted towards the young man, before lowering herself to her knees so that she was now straddling him. “It’s okay, Spider-Man… You could not have defeated me, even if you tried.” She whispered lovingly. As she sat on his lap, Wonder Woman let out a soft gasp as she felt his bulge pressing against his thigh. It was quite large and she couldn’t help but feel impressed. His cock was bigger than even Batman’s and Superman’s, despite Peter being younger and slimmer in comparison.
Diana slowly sat on his lap, her thighs squeezing against his sides as she straddled him. She could feel his bulge pressing against her through their costumes, and it sent a shiver down her spine. "Spider-Man," she whispered softly, guiding his hand down to rest against her plump buttock, "Let me take care of you..." She let the words hang in the air as she leaned forward, pressing her bustier against his chest. The fabric of their costumes pushed together, making it impossible for Diana to ignore his tight body.
Wonder Woman looked at Spider-Man with an intense gaze, feeling a surge of power and desire course through her veins as she straddled him. Her hands slid down his chest, the feel of his toned abdomen sending a thrill up her spine. She leaned forward again, her breath hot against his mask. Spider-Man let out a defeated moan, gently squeezing Wonder Woman’s ass in his palm.
Diana moaned softly as she felt his hands on her ass, squeezing and massaging. It was more than enough to send sparks of desire racing through her body. She leaned forward again, pressing her breasts against Spider-Man's chest before slowly pulling back so that only a breath separated them. "You are worthy to bear my children.” She moaned softly.
Diana leaned forward, her lips brushing against Spider-Man's masked mouth as she whispered the words. She could feel his erection pressed against her thigh, and it was only making her more eager to feel him inside her. With a gasp, Diana shifted slightly, lowering herself down so that their hips aligned. Slowly but surely, she guided him into her welcoming heat, moaning loudly as he filled her completely. "Oh... Spider-Man..." She murmured his name before beginning to rock back and forth in a sensual rhythm, taking him deeper with each thrust. The feeling of being taken by Spider-Man was unlike anything else she had ever experienced; it was almost too much for her to handle. She didn’t even know what he looked like.
The boy’s body felt so different from anyone she had been with before, but in the best possible way. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, and as she moved against him, their bodies collided in a dance of lust and dominance. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, digging her nails into his skin as if trying to keep herself grounded.
Her breath came out ragged and hot against Spider-Man's mask, echoing the desperation she felt building inside her. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge with each thrust, but at the same time didn't want this incredible feeling to ever end. It was as if their bodies had been made for each other, even though they looked nothing alike beneath their costumes.
With a final moan of release, Wonder Woman arched her back and let go, her muscles tensing around him as she climaxed hard. Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders, leaving faint marks that would no doubt heal within moments. As the wave of pleasure subsided, she leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss against Spider-Man's mask, breathing heavily against it. "You were... magnificent." She whispered hoarsely before pulling back, her body trembling with exhaustion and satisfaction.
Wonder Woman sat back on her heels, panting heavily as she looked down at Spider-Man beneath her. His chest rose and fell rapidly with each breath, his mask still obscuring his features from view. She gently kissed his chest. "Rest now, Spider-Man..." Her voice was soft and soothing, but held an unmistakable tone of command as she pulled her body back slightly. "We've both been through quite the ordeal."
As Spider-Man caught his breath, Diana studied him curiously. She had never been with someone so young or powerful before, and she found herself liking the sensation. His body was lean but toned, covered in a fine layer of sweat from their exertions. And despite his mask hiding his features, there was something about him that called to her on a primal level. She wondered what he would be like without all this, if she were to ever meet him as Peter Parker rather than Spider-Man. The thought sent a shiver down her spine.
Wonder Woman eventually leaned forward, her large body slackening as she rested her head against Peter’s taut chest and closed her eyes, feeling his hand cupping her buttock possessively.
Wonder Woman rested her head against Spider-Man's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear. She let out a contented sigh as his hand continued to trace circles around her buttock, massaging and kneading the soft flesh. "Thank you," she murmured, unable to resist leaning into the contact. "That was... incredible." Her words were muffled by the mask, but he could still feel the warmth emanating from them.
The Amazon Princess sighed again, more content than she had been in what felt like ages. She didn't even mind that her lasso was lying on the ground nearby, binding them together. It somehow made this moment feel even more intimate and real to her. As Spider-Man's fingers continued their sensual dance against her backside, she moaned softly, arching her hips into his touch. She could feel herself growing aroused once again, despite the fact that they had already taken each other's measure earlier.
"You truly are... magnificent," she whispered hoarsely, her hand sliding up Peter's chest to rest on his neck. Her fingers toyed with a strand of hair that had fallen across his forehead, tugging gently at the loose ends as if they were threads in a spider web. The gesture only served to increase the pressure she felt inside, making it clear that there was still more passion left within her for this boy who had bested her fair and square earlier tonight.
Wonder Woman felt herself growing more aroused as she gazed up at Spider-Man, feeling his strong yet gentle hands on her body. The desire that radiated from him was palpable, and it only served to heighten her own senses. As he continued to explore her backside with his touch, her hips began to move in time with his fingers, hungry for more of the contact she craved.
The heat between them grew, becoming almost unbearable as their bodies moved together in perfect harmony. Her fingers tangled in Peter's hair, drawing him closer so that his lips brushed against her own mask. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about the trust and intimacy they had built up during their encounter.
Her hips rocked back and forth, encouraging Spider-Man to continue his expert ministrations. As he teased and pleasured her with his fingers, she could feel herself growing ever closer to the edge once more. With a gasp, she arched her back off the ground, pressing their bodies together as tightly as possible before crying out in ecstasy as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
Her body trembled from the aftershocks as she leaned forward again, resting her forehead against his chest. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath her skin, matching the wild rhythm of their desire. "Spider-Man... that was... incredible," she panted, her voice barely audible above the thunderous rush of blood in her ears. Despite their obvious differences, they had managed to find a connection tonight; one that went far deeper than any physical bond ever could.
The energy between them was electrifying, as if their bodies were made to fit together perfectly. Diana panted heavily, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure course through her as she lay against Spider-Man's strong chest. His hand moved back to cup her buttock possessively, almost possessively, and she felt comfortable under his touch. As their hearts slowed down from the passionate encounter, they both took deep, shuddering breaths.
As they both caught their breath, Diana couldn't help but marvel at the incredible experience she had just shared with Spider-Man. Despite his young age and the mask that hid his features, there was something undeniably alluring about him. Her fingers traced circles on his chest as she pondered this newfound attraction to someone so unlike any other man she'd ever met.
The air between them shifted, becoming less charged with desire and more filled with a gentle intimacy. It was as if they had finally found a place of belonging in each other's arms; no costumes or masks needed. For the first time in a long while, Wonder Woman felt truly connected to someone else on a level that went beyond physical lust. She didn't know what this meant for their future - or even if there would be one beyond tonight - but she knew that for now, she was content just to lie here with him and enjoy the feeling of his strong chest rising and falling against her own.
As they caught their breath together, Diana couldn't help but marvel at the intensity of the feelings she had just shared with Spider-Man. Despite his young age and masked features, there was something undeniably alluring about him. His strength and agility were unlike anything she had ever encountered before, and it had only made her desire to be close to him all the stronger. Wonder Woman realized she would eventually need to leave, and she was sure to give the younger hero a good view of her ass before she did.
As they lay together, Diana couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them. Despite her best efforts to keep their encounter a one-time thing, she found herself growing more attached to Spider-Man with each passing moment. The way he moved, the sound of his breathing... everything about him was intoxicating. She knew that she couldn't stay here forever, but she also didn't want this night to end just yet.
Her fingers trailed up his chest once more, brushing across the material of his suit before coming to rest on his jaw. His skin was warm and smooth under her touch, a testament to the many battles he had fought as Spider-Man. The thought both thrilled and frightened her at the same time; she knew that life as one of New York's protector's was fraught with danger, but seeing him like this... She couldn't deny how much it made her want to be by his side.
As if sensing her hesitation, Peter spoke up softly, his voice barely audible beneath the mask. "Wonder Woman... thank you." His words were simple yet filled with gratitude and understanding. He knew that what they had shared tonight was special, and he appreciated everything she had given him in that moment.
Her heart skipped a beat at hearing him call her by name. It made their connection feel even more real to her; more tangible than ever before. Taking a deep breath, Diana leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss against the fabric of his mask where his lips would be. "You're welcome, Spider-Man," she whispered softly. "But... you know I can't stay."
Wonder Woman looked into his eyes, or at least where she thought they were. There was so much sincerity and depth behind that mask, even when you couldn't see his features. "I understand," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "I will see you soon.” Wonder Woman whispered, patting his chest before standing up. She turned to leave, though not without bending over to pick up her lasso, intentionally giving Spider-Man a good & long look at her gorgeous ass.
As Diana made her exit, she knew that she would never forget this night; the intense battle against Spider-Man and the even more passionate encounter that had followed. She felt a strange connection to him, one that went beyond their respective heroics or physical attraction. It was as if they were somehow destined to be together, despite the vast differences between them.
Her heart raced as she walked away from her defeated foe-turned-lover, feeling a mixture of desire and regret coursing through her veins. Even though she knew it would be foolish to get involved with someone so young and inexperienced, there was something undeniably compelling about Peter Parker. Perhaps fate had brought them together for another reason entirely...
She paused at the entrance to a nearby alleyway, glancing back over her shoulder one last time before disappearing into the shadows. The memory of his strong arms holding her close, of his lips against hers... It was burned into her very soul. She only hoped that somehow, they would find their way back to each other again soon.
Wonder Woman could feel a strange new power surging through her; a connection to another person, to something greater than herself. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once, but she knew that no matter what the future held, she would face it with the same strength and courage that had defined her for so long. And perhaps... just maybe... Spider-Man would be by her side.
Wonder Woman would eventually save a cornered Peter Parker from some thugs. After dispatching the criminals, she would turn to look at Peter, not knowing that he was Spider-Man due to him being in his civilian clothes. But still, she found him to be a handsome man. “Are you okay?” She asked with concern. Peter bit on his lower lip, remembering his past sexual encounter with the amazon woman. His cock twitched as he found himself gazing over her luscious body. “Yeah, I’m fine… Thanks for the save.”
Wonder Woman smiled at Peter, feeling her heart race just looking at him. There was something about this young man that she found incredibly attractive. "It's my pleasure," she said softly before adding with a mischievous grin, "But you know... you should probably be more careful out here." Her voice dropped an octave as she studied his body, feeling a familiar surge of desire rising within her. His lean frame reminded her of Spider-Man, down to the familiar looking bulge that made itself noticeable between his legs. She shook her head… Maybe she was just missing Spider-Man.
Peter swallowed hard as he gazed up at the amazon woman. Her beauty was otherworldly, and even with her costume on, she exuded an air of power and confidence that was irresistible. Just a few days ago, he had fucked her as Spider-Man. But she didn’t know that he was Spider-Man. “Y-yes... I'll be more careful," he stammered out, his voice sounding hoarse in his own ears. It had a few days since their last encounter, but it felt like only yesterday. “You got something on your…” Peter paused and reached over, rubbing the dirt that clung to Wonder Woman’s bare buttock.
Wonder Woman gasped, her eyes widening as Peter's hand made contact with her bare ass. A shiver ran down her spine at the sensation; it was so similar to when Spider-Man had touched her there during their intimate encounter that she could almost believe he was him. She glanced at his face, noting how flustered he looked and how red his cheeks were. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on her part...
Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she leaned forward slightly, pressing her firm breasts against Peter's chest. "I wonder..." She murmured before tracing circles around his ear with the tip of her finger. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed hard.
"Maybe... I could help you be more careful," she whispered huskily, her breath warm against his neck. "If that's what you really want..." Her hand moved to cup his crotch through the fabric of his pants, feeling him grow even harder beneath her touch. The memory of their encounter flashed through her mind, and it only made her desire for him all the more intense.
Peter shivered as she traced circles around his ear, her finger leaving a trail of fire along his neck and down his chest. Her words only sent his heart racing faster, the thought of spending more time with this incredible woman making him dizzy with desire. As her hand cupped his crotch through his pants, he couldn't help but moan softly at the contact. It felt so good to be touched by her again. Suddenly, Wonder Woman realized he was Spider-Man. His cock felt all too familiar in her hands, and his grip on her buttock was as gentle as before. And she would recognise that moan anywhere.
His moan was unmistakable, and it sent a shiver down her spine. Realization dawned on Diana that the man before her wasn't just some lucky civilian she had saved tonight; he was Spider-Man himself. The thought thrilled and terrified her in equal measure. She remembered their encounter earlier, how they fought each other until the very end only to give into their burning desire for one another.
Her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his pants, seeking out his hard cock once more. He was even bigger than she remembered, throbbing eagerly in her hand as she stroked it slowly up and down. "I've been wanting to do this again," she whispered hoarsely, leaning forward to brush her lips against his ear. "What would you say if I told you that was no accident?"
Peter let out another moan, his hips bucking into her hand as she stroked him so expertly. "I'd say that I can't believe it... but I wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now." His voice was ragged, and the words seemed to come out almost against his will. It was as if he couldn't help himself; their connection ran too deep for him to resist.
Her fingers sped up on their own accord, wrapping around him tightly as she began to stroke faster and harder, taking him deeper into her hand with each thrust of her wrist. She could feel his hips bucking against her, urging her on even further, and it only served to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body. Her other hand slipped around to grip his ass possessively, holding him close as she took control of their coupling.
"I want you," she murmured against his ear, breath hot against his skin. "I need you." Her words were laced with desire and longing, and they only seemed to fuel the flames burning between them. She could feel herself growing wet again, aching for him to be inside her. It had been so good before... She couldn't imagine how amazing it would feel this time around.
Her lips brushed against his neck as she whispered, "Make love to me, Peter..." The words were barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing and the slapping skin on skin as they tangled together in a heated embrace. But they carried enough weight to send shivers down both of their spines. It was a surrender on her part; an admission that she wanted this, needed it, just as much as he did.