Wonder Woman Wants Her Wife's Cunt

The coast, it turned out, was clear. Using her smartphone for light, Lois Lane walked back around to the front of the shrine with its sundry offerings of booze, used condoms, money, black candles, bones, and squatting in the middle of it the ugly, gravid form of that squat idol. The naked Amazon followed close behind.

Very close. Wonder Woman's breasts lay at the back of the reporter's neck, her hands slid down to hold Lois Lane's hips. Lois felt herself lean back a little, against those washboard abs, her free hand brushed the thigh of her Amazon "wife..." The reporter had dressed before going back through the tunnel, but Diana hadn't, and Lois keenly felt the warmth of the Amazon's body through her clothes...the hot air of the room was already making Lois sweat.

"We have shrines such as these in Themyscira," Diana said. "Though I know not to what goddess this is dedicated, I can feel her power. It is...intoxicating."

Diana's right hand slid down around to cup the reporter's mons. Her left moved upwards, beneath the reporter's t-shirt to cup a slim breast.

"Di, I don't know if now's the time," Lois said. "We should probably find your lasso, your costume...maybe those women that have gone missing..."

"I need a reminder of what my wife's cunt tastes like," Diana said, her voice low and sultry.

With easy strength, Lois Lane's pants tore. Wonder Women simply hooked her thumb into the waistband and pulled, the material split under the sudden enormous pressure, and the reporter's panties went with them, to leave her pussy bare to the open air.

Lois was shocked at this sudden display of power and carnality. She felt like a plaything in the hand of a giant...and worse than that, she could almost feel the eyes of that squat, almost headless idol upon her. A strange and terrible heat flushed through Lois Lane's body...something fluttered in her abdomen...nipples hard as Diana knelt down and peeled her wife's pants off, to lay hot kisses on Lois' ass...

A sudden shove made Lois fall forward, to catch herself on the altar. Nearly face to face with that gravid figure as Diana parted Lois Lane's labia from behind with her thumbs. Lois didn't have to see to know wet, stringy drops fell from her naked cunny to drip and glisten on the floor between her legs.

"Pray. Perhaps the goddess will listen. Pray for a safe pregnancy..." Diana murmured, before her tongue slid down from the reporter's taint to her cunt. "Perhaps she will hear you."