Blowjob time

Wonder Woman moves one hand along your erection with a lightest touch, running it up and down your length a few times gradually adding more pressure. Soon, both hands are firmly stroking your shaft, which is starting to reach full size. You may not be Travis Kelsie, but you’ve been in enough locker rooms to know you’re comfortably above average in that department.

You have your eyes closed and are doing your best to concentrate on the biggest boner killers you can think of: the ugliest girl you ever slept with (you were drunk!), a dead dog on the side of the road, walking in on your parents fucking, that sort of thing. And always, persistent videos of Wonder Woman beating the shit out of supervillains and monsters, only this time it’s you she’s destroying.

Then she plants a soft kiss on the head of your dick and there’s no blood left for thinking. She plants a string of kisses up and down your length with those luscious lips of hers. Then one hand drops down to stroke your testicles while the other guides your member into her soft mouth, and your erection reaches new levels of hardness.

She begins working your cock in and out past those soft lips, just the tip at first, then taking more and more in. Soon her tongue joins the party, wrapping around your member, licking along the length, and teasing your tip. You’ve said it before: bi-girls have the best tongues!

Soon she’s taking your full length deeper and deeper. Every time she draws back, her tongue traces circles on the head of your dick. When she’s all in, her right hand gives the base of your cock just the right amount of squeeze.

So yeah, definitely not her first time doing this.

Your whole body is shivering and your member is throbbing so hard it feels like you’re going to burst a blood vessel. You can feel your climax approaching, and 90% of you wants nothing more than to flood her mouth with your seed.

But the last 10% remembers the objective here is not to score, but to run out the clock. So you open your eyes and look down at your pelvis, where the beautiful Amazon’s head is bobbing up and down furiously. You focus on her hands gripping your balls and the base of your shaft, her silver bracers gleaming in the light. Her completely unbound hands, which you’ve seen literally rip steel, clutching your most sensitive bits. That takes just enough of the edge off that you can continue to enjoy the rush but can’t quite make it to the top.

She keeps at it for quite awhile, far longer than most girls would/could. Finally she lifts her head up, her hands taking the place of her lips, and glares at you with a WTF stare.

Your face is contorted in exquisite agony, but you manage to force a wry smile. “Sorry,” you say in between gasping breaths, “Antidepressants. I have…trouble cumming from…external...stimulation. It’s a known…side effect!”

The look of exasperation on her face is priceless. “Men!” she utters, eyes rolled to the ceiling.

“Don't...blame me...blame science.”