Wonder Woman Her Inner Slut

She’s in full Wonder Woman gear — tight red bustier, gold choker, the whole deal — when this bald, muscular older guy starts grabbing her ass in the living room. He yanks her back against him while she leans over the coffee table, one hand clamped on her hip, the other pulling her hair. You see the costume strain as he unzips her from behind, then shoves her down to her knees. She takes his cock in her mouth fast, no teasing, deep throats with her eyes closed like she’s been waiting all day. They move into the hallway where he peels the top off completely, her tits bounce free — slim build, small but firm, dark nipples — and he spanks her while she bends over. Doggy style against the wall, he fucks her hard, slapping her ass loud enough to echo. She shifts to the couch after, riding him slow at first, grinding with her hands on his chest, then bouncing faster when he starts slapping her thighs. The angle on the close-up when he’s behind her is perfect — you see her pussy lips spread wide with every thrust. Camera stays tight through most of it, dim lighting but clear detail on the sweat and movement. She finishes with her head tipped back, legs shaking, still on top of him. No slow pull-out, just her collapsing sideways, costume half-off, breathing heavy.