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Spider Eats Wolverine update
🕑 Added 2020-08-24 17:59:59 +0000 UTC
“Yesss!” Laura gasped, her head thrown to one side, her eyes shut by the rapture she felt. “Just like that, motherfucker. Make it hurt. Make me need it more than it hurts.”
Peter pulled back slightly, then rammed back into her. When her anus tightened around his member, as if trying to keep it locked inside her, he felt the tension in his balls like a physical weight on them. He was ready to blow his load. It was almost unbearable to hold back.
“Jesus!” he wheezed, reaching under her body, groping her breasts. “I might have to fight the X-Men for you, Laura. I may just wanna keep you!”
“You can keep me as long as you fuck me,” Laura groaned, twisting beneath him, spinning onto her side. “Suck me while you fuck me, Peter.”
He bent over her, cupping her right breast and wrenching it upward. His mouth reached it. Laura felt him bite down on her nipple, his lips sucking it into his mouth.
“Ooh—oh yes! Like that!” Laura hummed.
While he mouthed and sucked her breast, Peter pumped his cock into Laura’s ass with growing speed. Soon his hips were a blur of motion. His balls swelled, throbbing with roiling need.
“Shit—can’t wait any longer!” Peter moaned, pulling his mouth away from Laura’s nipple, his face contorted in suffering. “You’re too fucking tight, Laura! Holy shit!”
His own groans were drowned out by Laura’s cries. Her body bucked, stricken with pure release. Every nerve in her was stimulated, jolted by the electricity of the pleasure she felt. From her fingertips to her toes, she was alive with passion.
“Mmmmnnn!” she moaned, paralyzed, her climax taking over her body with brutal efficiency. “Fuck! Fuck me full, you son of a bitch! Pack my asshole with all the hot cum you can!”
“You want it, take it!” Peter grunted, pistoning savagely into her asshole. When his orgasm burst inside of her, he felt his cum backwash inside Laura’s rectums, bathing his length in creamy warmth, just like the ripples of ecstasy traveled up into his groin. “Take it, Laura! You damn cocksucker, it’s all for you!”
It felt to Laura like a delectable eternity as she lay beneath Peter, taking every thrust of his orgasmic frenzy. Long after he’d run out of cum, she felt her orgasm still blazing away inside her.
“You… you’re wonderful,” she cooed, mollified by her satisfaction. “Fuck, you’re the absolute best!”
“I’ll consider that a four-star rating,” Peter chimed, pleased with himself. “But why stop there? Let’s see if we can get you to come back for more with a shot at that tight pussy of yours.” He reached over to unravel the webbing from her hands. “Let me get rid of this schmutz and we’ll see—“
“No!” Laura said quickly, not sure why she’d said it. “I… it’s better when I’m tied up. When I know you’re in charge.”
“Well!” Peter exclaimed, shock on his handsome face. “You try to be nice to some people…”
“Don’t be nice,” Laura heard herself say. “Be cruel. Hurt me. Use me how you want, not how I want.”
Peter snorted, then started undoing the webbing anyway. “See, if you’re that into being dominated… I probably shouldn’t do what you say, right?”
***
They both showered, then Peter reheated dinner for them in the microwave. They sat out back at the patio table and ate, still naked. It was night, but they still could’ve been seen by someone. Peter felt like Laura was daring him by refusing to get dressed, and he in turn was daring her to keep going naked. Both waiting to see which of them would blink first.
Laura enjoyed being naked with Peter—the way he watched the subtle motion of her breasts, heaving when she breathed, jiggling when she moved her arms. It was a warm night and sweat faintly lit up Laura’s tanned skin. She liked the way his gaze followed the little rivulets. When she stood, he followed the beads of sweat over her shapely ass, her smooth legs.
When prompted, Peter told her about the other beautiful women he looked at, some of them so sexual, so scantily-clad, that staring at them could make him too aroused to bear. He admitted to fantasizing about her, which delighted Laura. She pressed him about what he imagined them doing. She was amazed at his imagination; it excited her to hear some of the things he pictured them doing.
By the time they’d finished dinner, his prick was very hard. Laura reached between his legs to grip it, stroking it immediately. Peter shoved his hand to her breasts, fondling Laura as they continued their conversation in quietly excited voices.
His member pulsed heatedly in Laura’s grip. Soon, she placed her other hand between her legs, her pussy making sounds soft and wet as she fingered it.
Laura ran her tongue over Peter’s cheek, whispering “Want to fuck me on the grass?”
Peter dug his fingers into her breast. “You think it’s dark enough? The fence isn’t very high, you know.”
“I don’t care!” Laura hissed, stroking him faster, more demandingly. “I want to be fucked outside. I can pretend to be your girlfriend, your date, and you’re so hot you can’t wait until we get inside before you put it in me. We have to fuck wherever we can. I want to be the girl you fucked out in the open.”
His prick jerked, precum seeping down the shaft, making it slip even faster through Laura’s hand. Peter didn’t have to pretend very hard to imagine he was so turned on, he would fuck Laura right then and there.
Laura stood, brushing his shoulder with her equally bare hip. She sat atop the patio table, opening her thighs, pressing the sight of her wet slit into his eyes. Peter instinctively leaned toward it and Laura grabbed his hair, pulling his face to her taut belly.
Peter licked at the supple flesh, his hands gripping her firm ass. He looked up at her as his lips pored over her subtle abs, the whorls of dewy hair upon her groin.
“Do it, Peter,” she breathed softly. “Fuck me like you can’t even wait long enough to get me through the front door.”
He reached for her and Laura slipped away, her tanned body leading him through the shadows into the sideyard. She fearlessly opened up the fence gate, exposing herself to the dim light from the street lamp outside the house. Peter followed her, simmering with desire, as hot and as eager as she had to be. There was a hedge before the sidewalk, two feet high, and Peter just knew that was where Laura planned to bring him.
A car passed. Laura froze, trusting to her innate stealth to keep her hidden, while Peter pressed himself against the side of the house. They both waited until the car and its headlights were out of sight. Then they shared a chuckle, delighted by their wickedness. Laura ran across the yard, her smooth back and pert ass gleaming in the yellowy light.
She dropped down beside the hedge, next to the exposed bases of the shrubs. The foliage would protect her from view, but with those inches of bare clearance between the ground and the start of the branches, their vulnerability was brought into sharp relief. They were more likely to be seen by someone on the other side of the street than someone walking on the sidewalk.
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Shendude
Oh, my.
