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

... place. Her balls slid in afterward to escape the cool breeze.

“You should install a zipper in that suit of yours. I mean how do you even go to the bathroom?” A cocky smile crossed his face as he teased.

She mumbled a reply.

“What?”

“I said, I take the whole thing off.” Gwen replied. “Are you happy now?”

“I’d like to see that sometime. If you get a zipper it will be a lot easier to have fun next time we bump into each other.” He waves his flaccid cock at her. It was still seven inches soft.

Her hand reached out for a second before pulling it back to her chest. Crossing her arms, Gwen said, “What makes you think there will be a next time?”

He smiled.

It worked, her cock twitched and her balls vibrated with anticipation.

“Next time, Spider-boi.” Bentley tucks his cock and balls back into his green camo pants. Grabbing the bulletproof vest off the gravel he runs and jumps off the roof in the opposite direction his sister had. Rolling onto the fire escape of the building he jumps over the rail and hops down to the next level.

Gwen smiles as her cock twitches. Her eyes tracked Bentley’s cute ass.

Leaning on the invented ‘J’ that had caused all of her problems Gwen waited until she was sure Bentley was gone. She switched out her spare web cartridges and then ducked out of sight of the neighboring rooftop party. Slipping off the building away from the party and Bentley’s exit, Spider-boi jumped into the air.

*thicc, thicc*

Her web-shooter ...

... shot a line of fluid to a distant building and she began a journey across the city to home and a spare costume.

Spider-boi was halfway home. Her swing at its peak, she let go of the webline and flew up into the air. Ass, dick, and balls hanging out as she twists one arm reaching out and readying for the next web-line.

Voooopop! Voooopop! Voooopop!

Gwen looked in the direction her senses indicated. Two blocks out, people ran from a storefront. Her mask hiding her frown, she moves her arm sixty degrees and shoots a web-line downward. With a swift tug, she swings down to investigate. Bentley’s shirt flapping behind her, hiding nothing.

Glass windows explode at street level. A tall woman emerges, looking around. She smiles and comes fully out of the shop window. Dark brown hair in a shoulder-length bob with light olive skin. Her ample-sized chest is held by a micro bikini top. Her body changes at her waist into a mobile battle chair. In the form of a tarantula, dark brown with orange highlights. A half dozen shopping bags spilling over with bikinis and other swimwear in each hand.

Trantulass?

I don't have time for you today, Gwen thinks.

Rearing twelve feet up into the air in the middle of the intersection the tarantula-themed villain surveyed the area. Trantulass searched the streets for her best escape route.

Spider-boi switches to full hero mode and swings down behind Trantulass. Tucking her knees to her chest she releases the web-line. Both hands extend ...