Wonder Woman Spanked

She’s in full Wonder Woman gear—tight red and gold, boots laced up—bent over a wooden bedroom table with her ass in the air. A guy stands behind her, slapping her cheeks one after another, red marks building fast under his hand. You see her face in the mirror on the wall, wincing then biting her lip like she’s caught between pain and pleasure. The lighting is soft through a window, daytime natural, no harsh shadows. Camera stays tight from behind and side angles, focusing on the spanks, the jiggle, the way she pushes back into each strike. After a minute of solid spanking, he spits on her hole and starts working his dick in, still in costume, no changes, just steady doggy style with deep, slow pulls. Her hands grip the table edge, fingers tense, legs braced. No talking, just breathing, some moans when the hits land just right. It’s simple, physical, no gimmicks—just a fantasy played out straight.