Gal Gadot

The stunning brunette steps out of the bathroom, a white towel loosely draped around her gorgeous body. For a half a second or so, she simply goes about her business, humming to herself, before she notices you and Rose.

Shrieking in surprise, the actress bounds backwards, doing her best to cover her gleaming nakedness.

"What the hell is this?!" Gal remarks, her eyes darting from the strange man on her couch to the blonde leaning against the wall.

"Relax." you tell her, putting as much power behind your words as you dare. "We're supposed to be here. See?"

You reach into your suit jacket, whipping out the trusty psychic paper.

Gal scans the seemingly empty document for a few seconds.

"You're journalists? From Playboy?"

"Exactly." you say with a wan smile.

"Your other interviewees ever say anything about knocking?" Wonder Woman herself asks, an eyebrow raised.

"Once or twice. Hey, at least I know how to start our article now." you tell her, with a smirk.

"Mind if I change into something a little more... clothing-like?" Gal asks.

"By all means."

The actress slips back into the bathroom, not quite closing the door behind her. As she changes, you use your powers to just ever so subtly nudge one of the mirrors in her bathroom, ensuring you get to watch her, taking in her moist, naked body as she throws on a pair of panties, a white tank top and then a pair of tight jeans.

"We're a little bit into my future Doctor." Rose chimes in, as you covertly observe the actress. "This Gal... whatever, what's she famous for, exactly?"

"Oh, of course." you remark. It hadn't quite occurred to you, only 14 years on from Rose's time, how much things could change. "Wonder Woman, mostly."

"Wonder Woman?" Rose smirks. "Lynda Carter, the bracers, all that? They made movies of those? And they're popular?"

"Never underestimate Hollywood's capacity to repurpose existing material, Rose." you say with a smirk. "Honestly, they're worse than the Cybermen."

Gal returns, and it isn't long before, using your newfound charm with just the slightest assistance from your godlike power, you're able to get her in the mood for fucking you.

The former model strips off, revealing her much-coveted after body. You can't help but get hard for her. Almost entirely ignoring Rose, Gal frees your cock from your suit pants, and brings her tight Amazon pussy down on it.

Roses watches on from the sidelines, an aroused smile on her face as she watches you grip the superheroine actress' tight ass, and thrust your massive cock up into it. Gal is soon out of her mind with lust, not even knowing she's fucking with an alien.

Surreptitiously grabbing Gal's phone, Rose takes a second or two to get to grips with the smart device, then unlocks it and begins recording your fuck with Gal.

It isn't long before Gal climaxes. Your only regret is that she moans out John Smith, your go-to cover identity, and not your preferred name. As she cums, her tight velvety pussy caressing and spurring you on, you will yourself too as well.

All of a sudden, green energy particles coalesce around the brunette. She has just enough time for her face to go from carnal ecstasy to utter bewilderment, before she fades out of existence.

Your cock goes from the warm, wet confines of Gal to the cool air of the trailer instantaneously, but you're too close to stop. You buck your hips, spurting rope after rope of cum upwards.

"That was... weird." Rose remarks, lowering the phone. "You didn't mean to do that, did you Doctor?"

"If I did, I might've held off a few seconds." you joke.