Wonder Woman Fan Art の小説・ストーリー

she hisses, glaring her eyes at me. Breathing out again, I opened the door and found a gorgeous woman standing patiently outside. My eyes darted from her feet to head because her bloody-red color stiletto shoes caught my attention. Her pencil-cut black skirt emphasized her hourglass shape, curving her small waist and proving a well-proportioned figure. She was wearing a red sleeveless blouse, and her black blazer hung on her arm. When my eyes reached her face, Gal Gadot was smiling at me. I shook my head as I told myself she was as beautiful as Wonder Woman. My heart sank at the deepest part of the Pacific Ocean as I looked at Zyra, smiling at me as if she was happy to see me.

I always loved having a woman on top. Tara grinned, "That looks fun, Diana...you Amazons really know how to screw!" Whenever she pushed it all back inside and her pussy lips were stretched around the base, her whole body shuddered and she groaned with pleasure. Using long, greedy thrusts, Jodi's pussy gripped and molded around its girth...Wonder Woman was fucking me...fucking me like an A****n! Embracing my good fortune, I tried to roll my body to meet her downward thrusts...it was a nerdy, Comic-Con fantasy!

Sebastian saw that Wendy and Waldo were carrying some artwork, glassware, and even kiln potteries. His warm gaze fell onto Victoria as he asked, "Do you like these things, Ms. Victoria?" Victoria was in a good mood. Her charming eyes had captivated him completely. She replied, "Of course. I like things that can benefit me." Sebastian looked at some of the things that Waldo and Wendy were carrying. He said, "Those artworks are worthless counterfeits. The authentic artworks are in my place. This porcelain is also a counterfeit, only this emerald bracelet is decent.

This is just too messed up. I take a deep breath and march down the rest of the stairs. A painting on the end catches my attention, compelling me to stop and stare at it. In the painting, a glowing woman with beautiful green hair floats in the air. Her features are blurred but in the light that shines around her, she looks like an Angel...or maybe, A Goddess. Besides the floating woman, there is another image of the same Goddess, now bound into shackles as a man stands in front of her.

You could feel the atmosphere of your favorite time of year - autumn. Leah's gaze, wandering through store windows, was caught by two paintings in gilded frames, hanging surrounded by shelves of books and art supplies. One of the works depicted a red-haired girl in a short shirt. She was sleeping and at the same time floating in the air, touching the muddy surface of the swamp water with her fingertips and feet. It was as if invisible hands were grabbing her under the lower back, and she, bending in a shape unnatural for the spine, remained frozen in time. Another work was a parody of the “Vitruvian Man”, only instead of a man, the figure of a naked woman was placed in a circle and square. W

"But even superwoman needs backup sometimes." I smiled despite myself. "I'm hardly superwoman." "Please. You work sixty-hour weeks, take care of your family, and somehow still remember my birthday every year with the perfect gift. You're basically a superhero with better fashion sense." I laughed, the sound surprising me. "A superhero wouldn't have spent the weekend crying over a cheating ex." "Even Wonder Woman has bad days," Emilia countered. "Remember that time she got dumped by Steve Trevor? Total mess." "I'm pretty sure that's not canon."