Yes, he does

Jack swallowed hard, his eyes roaming over Miriam’s body in a way he’d never allowed himself to before. She was stunning, the costume accentuating everything he’d tried not to notice for years. Her breasts looked incredible, practically spilling out of the top, and the shorts were so tight he could see the outline of her pussy lips.

“Yeah,” he admitted, voice hoarse. “She looks… amazing.”

His aunt glared at him as he said that.

“Looks like there’s just one thing left to make this perfect then.” The voice announced.

Jack stood frozen a few feet from the front door, phone still in his hand, the Ring app open. Miriam was almost naked on the porch in the costume, arms crossed tight over her chest, one hand cupped between her legs, the towel pooled around her ankles. Her wet hair stuck to her shoulders and the tops of her breasts. She was shaking, eyes wide, staring at the camera like she could make it stop by glaring hard enough.

The voice came through the speaker again, calm.

“I’m glad I was able to do my research. Listen to me slut, Miriam Adler is gone,” it said. “There is no history teacher. There is no aunt. There is no woman who hates Halloween. You are Wonder Woman. You just finished a long, hard fight. You’re tired, bruised, and you came home to your lover. His name is Jack. You’ve been waiting all day to fuck him. Say it.”

Miriam’s mouth opened. Nothing came out at first. Her shoulders twitched like she was trying to pull her arms tighter across her tits. Then her voice came, thin and mechanical.

“I am Wonder Woman. I just finished a fight. I came home to my lover. His name is Jack. I’ve been waiting all day to fuck him.”

“Again,” the voice said. “Louder. Look at him while you say it.”

She turned her head. Her eyes found Jack. They were still glassy, but something in her face had shifted. The tight line of her mouth softened. Her arms lowered a fraction, enough that the underside of one heavy breast showed.

“I am Wonder Woman,” she said, clearer this time. “I just finished a fight. I came home to my lover, Jack. I’ve been waiting all day to fuck him.”

Jack’s stomach twisted. His cock was already half-hard in his jeans. He took a half-step toward the door.

“Jack,” the voice said, almost friendly. “She’s not your aunt anymore. She’s your woman. She wants you to kiss her. Do it. Don’t make her ask twice.”

Jack’s feet moved before he decided. He stepped onto the porch. Miriam closed the distance. Her hands came up and caught the sides of his face. Her mouth hit his hard. She kissed like she was still in a fight, no hesitation. Her tits pressed against his shirt, nipples stiff and warm. One of her hands slid down his chest, then lower, palming him through his jeans. She squeezed.

Jack made a sound against her mouth. He tried to pull back. His hands stayed on her waist instead.

“That’s better,” the voice said. “Wonder Woman, take him inside. Get on your knees. Show him what you’ve been thinking about all day.”

She broke the kiss. Her lips were wet. She took Jack’s hand and walked him through the doorway, leaving the door open, like the world didn’t exist for them anymore. Inside, she dropped to her knees on the hardwood in front of the couch. Her fingers worked his belt open, then the button, then the zipper. She shoved his jeans and boxers down together. His cock sprang free, already leaking at the tip.

She looked up at him. The tiara was still on her head. Her face had settled into something sure.

“I’ve been thinking about this cock,” she said. Her accent was thinner. “All day in that fight. I kept picturing it in my mouth while I was dodging punches.”

She leaned in and took him. Her lips slid halfway down on the first pass, tongue flat under the shaft. Jack’s hand found the back of her head on instinct. She didn’t gag. She just worked him, wet and steady, one hand stroking what she couldn’t fit. Spit ran down his balls. He watched the way her shoulders moved, the way her tits swayed with each bob of her head. This was the same woman who had told him to take the decorations down ten minutes ago. Now she was sucking him like she’d been waiting for it.

“Enough,” the voice said after a minute. “Stand up. Put the boots on. Then bend over the couch. You’re going to let him fuck your ass. You’ve been thinking about that too. Tell him.”