NOVEL NEXT Chapter 4: Chapter 4
She unabashedly arched her head back with a sigh, gentler than silk, as friction met her intimate folds.
With her lip tucked between her teeth, her head tilted back, gazing at his arm as it pushed against her abdomen and hips.
As soon as his hand was extended, he pulled back from her and threw the cash down. He didn't take the time to count it; he believed everything was present.
He was on the verge of sharing something clever, maybe even transformative, but upon seeing her expression—those heated, intense features, that longing look with a genuine 'let's get it on' vibe—he became speechless.
He walked back slowly and looked at her once more, observing her closely for any sign to leave and forget about her, but it never appeared.
She merely inhaled deeply, her bosom heaving, so ample that they grazed his chest, enticing him, yet he concentrated more on her gaze this time.
He remained silent as he raised his mask to just below his nose and leaned in, connecting his lips with her much more remarkable pair while a gloved hand tangled in her flowing white hair, drawing her closer to him.
For a change, her eyes opened wide at something he did. To say she was surprised would be an understatement; she was astonished to have truly captivated him, but they quickly became intimate as she surrendered to the kiss with the man she had been teasing for nearly two years.
Her rich purple lips moved playfully against his, almost ready to envelop his mouth in their softness.
She would gently nibble on his lower lip for about a minute before she engaged her tongue, impatient that he hadn't used his yet.
The muscle slid its way between her lips and smoothly entered his mouth with skilled elegance.
Her tongue glided along one side of his, traversed the top, and pressed against the opposite side, while her tongue stud, round and sleek, rubbed against his inexperienced tongue throughout.
Her leg would have folded at the knee if a wall hadn't been positioned right behind her.
He was in disbelief about what he was doing. He had a spouse, a joyful union, and was passionately in love with Mary Jane. Still, he was kissing this curvaceous outlaw on a rooftop, of all places, on his anniversary.
He repeatedly urged himself to stop, yet all that occurred was his hand resting on the small of her back, drawing her body closer to his.
He urged himself to flee immediately, but his body reacted with a growl to her words. He convinced himself that he adored Mary Jane, but his penis craved this vagina.
Nevertheless, in the end, reason prevailed, and he disengaged from her, seizing the opportunity to regain his breath. Before his uncovered lips could make a sound of dissent, Black Cat was liberated.
With her claw-like gloves, she effortlessly sliced through the webbing, making it clear to him that she could have evaded him long before and, crucially, retrieved the money from her suit on her own.
Her expression was one of sheer sexual desire. Her energy concentrated like a laser beam, her eyes glimmered with resolve.
With his flavor lingering on her lips and her tongue gliding over them, she refused to let him slip away.
"Remove the outfit, retain the mask," she instructed, delivering the orders firmly, before bringing his mask back down to cover his mouth.
She desired to sleep with Spider-Man, not the person underneath the mask. That's the person she had fallen for, not anyone who wore the costume.
Strangely, Spider-Man chose not to dispute. His suit was taken off with a lot of awkwardness, reminiscent of a teenager on the verge of losing his virginity, yet his mask stayed on.
It was warmer under the cover than normal, but he would manage.
He craved this at that moment, his desire had consumed his thoughts and he could think of nothing else but to take her instantly.
Hold on, immediately at that spot? A touch of civilized thinking returned to his mind to question that. "Hold on, you want to do this right here?" he inquired.
"Why is that?" "Is there another location we can visit?" She eagerly inquired, sliding her paws from his belly to his well-defined pecs.
"A...Spider Hideout, or something?" she chuckled at the thought.
He was willing to suggest returning to his apartment, but two factors stood out as major red flags against that. For starters, it isn't particularly remarkable.
Sure, Spider-Man may be the superhero, but it was Peter Parker who took care of the expenses, assisted by Mary Jane's modeling income. Secondly, Mary Jane.
That was the deciding factor; they decided to do it on the rooftop then. "No, the city is my hideout," he replied, attempting to be suave. He believed it seemed better in his mind.
She grinned and playfully scratched his chest before dropping to her knees. The white fur adorning sections of her outfit brushed against his skin as she descended, and its softness sent tingles through him.
That was trivial in comparison to the sensation of her tongue on the underside of his cock.
She wasted no time and gleich went for the flavor, beginning at the bottom and sliding up all 7 1/2 inches.
She chose not to use her hands at that moment, instead holding his hips and digging her nails into his skin, promising to break through, while he remained calm from her skilled tongue.
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