You pin her

Your biceps bulge as you tighten your grip on Rene's hips, sweat making her spandex slick beneath your fingers. With a predatory grin, you arch your back, pressing every inch of your sweat-slicked torso against her as your pecs ripple with the movement. "Come to mommy," you whisper, your voice thick with dominance but also very gentle, before suddenly bridging your hips—the powerful flex of your abs and glutes sending Rene tumbling forward.

Her masked face collides with your heaving chest, her lips pressing into the salty valley between your pecs as her gloved hands scramble for balance. You feel her hot breath through the damp fabric of your Wonder Woman top, her body trembling against yours.

Rene’s muffled gasp vibrates against your sweat-slicked cleavage as your pecs instinctively flex around her face, trapping her in their quivering embrace. The scent of her cherry balm mixes with the musk of your exertion as your abs ripple beneath her writhing body, your star-spangled thong digging deeper into the swell of your glutes with every ragged breath. Your calloused palms slide up her spandex-clad back, fingers splaying between her shoulder blades as you arch harder—forcing her masked nose deeper into the valley of your heaving bosom.

A **** whimper escapes her lips when your biceps bulge, veins snaking along your corded forearms as you suddenly roll your hips.

Your biceps swell as you wrench Rene’s body flush against yours, the damp spandex of her singlet squeaking against your sweat-slicked skin. With a grunt, you torque your torso, using every corded muscle in your back and shoulders to roll her beneath you—the mat groans in protest as her spine meets unforgiving vinyl. Your thighs clamp around her hips like hydraulic presses, the star-spangled straps of your thong biting into the flexed mounds of your glutes as you pin her with crushing weight.

Your thighs lock around Rene’s hips like forged steel, sweat-slick skin sealing her against the mat as your biceps coil around her shoulders in a crushing embrace. She gasps into the sweat-sheened valley of your cleavage, her gloved hands scrabbling at the corded muscles of your back before surrendering—fingers digging into your flexed lats as she hugs you back with **** strength. Her body writhes beneath yours, spandex squeaking against your star-spangled thong, every squirm only grinding her deeper into the mat beneath your dominance.

Your pecs quiver as you feel Rene’s muffled moan vibrate against your sweat-slicked cleavage. The heat between your thighs pulses in time with her frantic heartbeat, the damp fabric of your star-spangled thong clinging to every curve.

"You're making me so wet right now," you purr, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles, grinding the firm swell of your abs against her trapped body.

"One...two..."

Just as your grinding hips threaten to make Rene lose all control, her legs coil around your waist with sudden, wiry strength. A gasp tears from your lips as she bridges hard—her masked face still buried in your cleavage as her thighs flex like steel cables. The world tilts violently, your sweat-slicked back hitting the mat with a thunderous slap, the impact rippling through your quivering pecs.

Rene straddles you now, her gloved hands pressing into your heaving abs, fingers tracing the deep grooves between each sculpted ridge.

Your breath catches as Rene’s whisper ghosts over your sweat-slicked skin, her masked lips brushing the swell of your pectoral. "I'm sure the people would love to see Spider-Girl and Wonder Woman making love together," she murmurs, her gloved fingers digging into the striations of your flexed abdomen, "but I'm not beaten yet."

The challenge in her voice sends a fresh wave of heat pulsing through your core. You feel the shift in her muscles before she moves—her thighs clamping around your waist like twin vices, her wiry strength rolling her hips in a slow, deliberate grind that drags the damp fabric of her singlet against your star-spangled thong.

"I love a girl who's persistent," you whisper, your voice a husky growl against the damp fabric of her mask. The words send a visible shiver through Rene's thighs still clamped around your waist—you feel it ripple up your sweat-slicked abs, the sensation making your pecs quiver beneath her gloved palms. Your star-spangled thong digs deeper into the swell of your glutes as you arch up, grinding against the relentless pressure of her spandex-clad hips, the heat between you turning the vinyl mat slick with sweat.