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

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

... escaped his mouth, “Ahh fucc ya Spiidderr.”

As he slid deeper Gwen dropped a hand to caress and play with his balls. Her natural sticky grip makes him moan more as she pulls and releases one finger at a time. She gets stuck halfway down his shaft. She begins leaning back freeing his cock from her throat. Her hand pumps on his shaft mixing her saliva with his cum and other juices.

His moans grow more intense each time she takes him back into her throat. Her cock leaks precum as it bobs around.

Voooopop! Sslloopop! Voooopop! Sslloopop!

Both her spider-scene tingle in her balls. Sending mixed signals.

Bentley seizes each side of her hood. With a fierce yank, he shoves his full cock deep into Spider-boi’s throat. Pleasure washes over him. His cock twitches repeatedly and cum rushes down to her stomach.

“Oh Ahhh Fuckk! Ohhhah!” He moans.

Gwen’s head snaps forward as his cock is driven roughly down her throat. Further than she had ever taken. As her nose is buried in his brown curly hairs, her cock pulses. Ecstasy spreads from her balls and races to her every limb. Her smooth balls eject stringy cum. Two long white tracks of cum arc out spraying into the gravel roofing. Her mind reels as Bentley pumps a second load of cum into her stomach.

It takes him a moment to release his hold. When he does, Gwen tilts her head back and looks up at him. A smile filled with ecstasy covers his face. The spent cock softened as it slid past her lips. A dribble of salty ...

... cum is left on her tongue.

Standup she rolls the cum in her mouth enjoying his flavor.

Bentley leaning heavily on the vent, says, “Christ, Spider that was amazing. The way you played with my balls. It was like… It was.. I don't have words. Just fucking amazing.”

I might have to train more for this cock,

she thought drools and cum running down her face. As drops fall onto her flat chest they blend in with the white fabric of her upper costume. Her cock half-hard rests on her thigh. Leaning next to him she rakes the back of her hand along his cock, she says, “You should rescue more damsels in distress. We like giving out rewards.”

Straightening himself Bentley pulls Gwen in and slips his tongue into her mouth. As they kiss he feels his cock rub on hers. His mind jumps to his knife and her torn costume. Letting her go he breaks off the kiss.

She blushes, her mask hides most of it.

Reaching for the hem of his shirt Bentley pulls it off over his head. His tanned muscles glistened in the sunlight. Tufts of chest hair shimmer with sweat. He wraps the black long-sleeve shirt around Gwen’s hips, making a cape for her ass.

Pulling his knife out of the ductwork he bends over slightly and cuts a slit into one sleeve. “There you can tuck in and stay warm on the swing home.” Patting her right ass cheek Bentley slips the knife into its holster on his upper thigh.

“Thanks.” Gwen awkwardly slips her 8-inch cock into the shirt sleeve just below the knot holding it in ...