[ The close quarters of the car feel more cozy than cramped, keeping them so close together that every breath mixes in the air and even the most casual movement results in touch. Diana smiles against Sara's lips as the kisses deepen and melt from one to another, every snatched gasp the briefest of breaks before their tongues meet again.

Then Sara's mouth is moving upon Diana's jawline, and the Amazon leans back a little with an easy smile; every brush of those plush lips sends a fresh tingle of increasingly urgent heat tickling across her flesh. Her hands knead and gently caress Sara's breasts through the fabric of her shirt, before fingers curve inward to start peeling that shirt open. ]

Oh? Do I deserve anything else, Miss Lance? [ Diana's sly smile darkens with sparkling lust, and with every button on Sara's shirt now popped free, the Amazon yanks that shirt open with sudden, swift elegance. At the same time, she lets her hips move in a subtle upward grind, encouraging the downward push of the blonde into her welcoming lap. ] Because I'm also interested in what... you deserve. [ Diana lifts one hand to work fingers through lustrous blonde hair, guiding and caressing while her other hand moves subtly to unhook Sara's bra with so much ease she may as well have snapped her fingers to make it disappear. ]

[ Every kiss and touch feels like another drop of oil on the fire which burns low within Diana; by now, those flammable drops are coming so frequently that Diana's simmer is bubbling swiftly into a blaze. The effect is almost literal, with the air around them thickening with heat and every passing minute building the intensity of their attraction. Diana can feel a yearning ache uncoil between her legs, and she utters a half-gasp half-giggle as Sara's full lips nip along the column of her throat in a series of sharp tickles.

More clothes are coming off, and Diana can't help but lick her lips with anticipation. She lets one hand fall to grip the chair lever, easing them both back while her other hand remains affixed to Sara's ass with an increasingly vice-like urgency. ] Oh? Are you sure you can take what I have to give you? [ Diana's tone is a sensual challenge, and once she's more fully leaned back, she lifts her hips so Sara can get her out of her pants all the faster. When she does, she'll find a wet patch of invitation saturating the white of her panties.

But Diana can't let that happen without another quick kiss, because Sara's lips are so damn inviting. She captures the blonde's mouth with her own, moaning wantonly into the heat of it while she works to remove more of her own clothing. The shirt which Sara has pushed upward sheds away from the dense musculature of her arms, and then comes the bra with just as much frantic need, letting her large breasts bounce free. Diana breaks the kiss with another grin, both hands coming to grasp Sara's ass with more forceful desire than before, and she lowers her mouth to slurp a bare nipple between her lips. ]

[ With every breath Diana takes, she seems to only inhale Sara Lance: her scent, her touch, the very air which slips between those plush lips which Diana had imagined kissing from the moment they met.

As Sara's cunning fingers meet the slick welcome of Diana's pussy, the Amazon can't help but shift instinctively to chase those fingertips and all the power they hold to make her chase them in the first place. Gods and monsters and everything in-between has tried to defeat Wonder Woman, but Sara has her wrapped around her fingers in the most literal sense and oh yes, there's power in that.

For her part, Diana is happy to worship the perky breast currently filling her mouth. Her tongue rolls and rakes, her lips caress and suckle, and Diana quickly finds herself drawing more of Sara's tit into her increasingly hungry mouth. At the same time, her hands continue to massage and knead at Sara's ass, appreciating the firm fullness of her rear. But then fingers are pushing at the wet cotton of her panties, and continuing onward, inward, curving into her and Diana's resulting moan can only muffle around Sara's breast for so long.

Diana pulls back to better release a full-throated moan, while a bridge of saliva briefly connects her bottom lip to Sara's tightened nipple. Lapping it up quickly before meeting Sara's eyes, Diana's expression grows dark with lust as she starts moving her hips to encourage the blonde's fingers. ] I... am far from perfect... [ Every word is underpinned by the breathiness of her voice, the moans and whimpers trying to lift free. ] ...but... ohh, Sara... but you can keep pretending I am, if you like... and please... please keep doing that... [ Diana doesn't wait for an answer before kissing Sara again, growling low into the blonde's mouth as their tongues tangle. ]