Not quite yet

You untie her ankles from the chair and remove the loop around her torso, leaving just her wrists tied behind her back. She stands up and turns to present her bound wrists. But instead you grab her arms and **** her forward, bending her over the desk.

“What are you doing?!” she exclaims, her voice angry. “We have an agreement!”

“Absolutely. And I’ll uphold that agreement, magical compulsion or no.” With your free hand you grab her mane of thick black hair, pinning her face to the desk’s surface. “But I didn’t say I would free you before you blew me.”

You **** your pelvis into her shapely ass, further trapping her in place. She struggles but there’s no real **** behind it, the lasso preventing her from using her supper strength to resist you. “Typical male!” she scoffs, “Always looking to subvert your own promises!”

“Honestly I’m just trying to help you out.” Your transfer the lasso lead to the hand in her hair, and run your other hand down over her bare shoulders. “You promised to give me the best blowjob I’ve ever had.” Your hand slides down to one of her massive breasts. “And this is what gets me off.”

You begin gently caressing her boob through her costume. She grits her teeth and decides not to say anything else, even when you pull her torso up from the table, arcing her back, and with your other hand pull down the front of your costume. Wonder Woman lets out a brief gasp, but nothing more as her massive, perfect breasts bounce free. You let go of her hair (but hold onto the lasso!) and reach around with both hands to grab her breasts. You start massaging them, gently at first, then more firmly. You can feel her nipples starting to peak under your hands as you pull her body back against your chest.

You start nuzzling her bare neck, a trail of kissing leading up to her earlobe. The shapely Amazon isn’t bothering to fight you anymore, but she isn’t exactly cooperating either. Your left hand slides down over her firm stomach and over her pelvis. You give her earlobe a playful nibble, as your right hand grabs her nipple and gives it a rough pinch; at the same time, your other hand grabs her star-spangled shorts and sharply hikes it up, the satin material sliding between her pussy lips. The heroine gives a hissed intake of breath, quickly cut off.

Your member is throbbing in your pants, which feel at least 2 sizes too small. You push your captive down on the desk again and with both hands grab her red and gold costume and begin pulling it down. It’s tight fitting but stretchy enough that you have no trouble working it down past her hips, over her ass, and down her thighs.

You marvel at her bare ass, full and juicy, but also firm and rounded as an athlete’s. You grab a double-handful of ass cheeks, savoring the feel, and then forcing them apart to reveal her brown puckered asshole and hairless pussy.

You can’t resist it anymore…