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The last night of wonder woman

In a darkened room, Wonder Woman stood trembling, her makeup slightly smeared. Her smile ahegao, yet her cheeks blushed deeply as she struggled with hands tied to a table. The hard breast bounced with each movement, the torn cloth revealing her nipple and belly button piercings. Lying on the table, she was overwhelmed by the sheer number of condoms scattered around, their presence a stark reminder of the night's intense passion. Yet, despite the used condom lying there, a small part of her hoped that this wasn't the end of their story.