Spider-boi: Okay, Let’s Cum One More Time - Sex Stories

Spider-boi: Okay, Let’s Cum One More Time

... as she dropped into a squat to absorb the kinetic energy of her landing. Her pink-web gloves with white fingertips came to rest on the edge of the short wall. Just off center of her body as she did her best to hide the large bulge running between her leg and suit.

Scanning the rooftop, she thinks, Inside? Leaning forward she vaulted through the air with a swift jump. Her jump became an in-air pirouette. Landing hands first on the bulkhead’s edge she continued moving. Spiders-boi’s triangle-shaped body rolled into a somersault, placing her in another deep squat just above the roof's door. Leaning forward, her large hips balanced her as she tapped the door lever.

Always locked,

she thought. Her mask’s large eyes emoted her frustration. Pulling herself upright she stood with heels together, toes pointed outwards to the side. Under her mask, her left cheek tensed and that side of her mouth raised, as if to say, ‘Not Impressed.’

‘Fine, the vents again.’ She whispered to herself.

Stepping off the bulkhead she landed in front of the door, her strong black-clad calves easily absorbing the six-foot drop. Hips sway right and left, she walks to the large inverted ‘J’ shaped rooftop vent. Her gloved hands lay flat over the ventilation grille. One higher than the other.

Narrr, Plonk!

Without thinking she sticks to the ventilation grille to access the HVAC ducts. Her spider-enhanced muscles pop it off the vent housing. Tossing the two-foot by two-foot grille at the ...

... door Gwen’s index and pinky finger point outward. Her middle and ring finger tap the trigger of her web-shooter in one fluid motion. The ventilation grille sticks to the wall just below waist height, safe from damage.

‘The guys who installed this better have done a good job. I don't need my suit getting caught on a million screws.’ She whispered.

Place a glove on either side of the interior ducting she hopped. Her feet come off the ground as her chest curves into the duct. An echo of a fight below rings through the metal.

Tighter than I thought,

she thinks. Her arms pressed into sides. Sliding in she felt her cock brush against the edge. Lifting her hips, her suit provided no protection from the cool surface. Gwen moaned as her cock rubbed along the cool metal.

‘Ouu aaah.’ ‘Ouu aaah.’ ‘Ouu aaah.’ ‘Ouu aaah.’ Her moan echoes throughout the HVAC system.

She wiggled further in. The cool edge of the vent’s metal surface slid along her shaft pressing it hard into her hot muscular thigh with each movement. Wiggling again her hips and ass she moved a few more inches in.

Click

, came from her right.

Click,

came from her left.

“NO!”

*thicc, thicc,*

came from her right.

*thicc, thicc,*

came from her left.

Both web shooters fired. A warm rush of white sticky threading bounced off her hips. A spatter sound rang around her as the webs flooded the entrance to the ventilation shaft. A chill ran down her spine. Her legs swung back and forth as she ...