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

... ahead of her. Each forms the sign language symbol for ‘I Love You.’ As luck would have it the hand signs were the same positions she used to tap her web-shooters triggers.

*thicc, thicc, thicc, thicc, thicc, thicc, thicc, thicc, thicc, thicc, thicc,* Click, click, click, click, click, click.

Webs launch from Spider-boi’s pink and white wrist.

Halfway through her planned assault, the web-fluid runs out.

White sticky webs coat Trantulass’ mechanical legs and bind her arm to her torso. Without the last few shots to stabilize her, the villain teetered in the air.

‘AAAAHHHH!” she screams. She begins falling.

The large eyes on Spider-boi’s mask widen. Her heart rate jumps. Then Gwen holds back a laugh.

Trantulass’ fall is cut short, she slams into a vegetable stand. Heads of cabbage and bikinis fly into the air. Covering the street corner.

Spider-boi lands in front of the villain and the vendor. Shrugging at the yelling vendor she feels Bentley’s shirt float down over her ass. Padding her hips she finds no spare web cartridges. Four steps later she is in the street. An NYC bus rushes past her, undeterred by the supercrime of the city streets. With a flex of her calves, the hero hops up two feet and plants a widespread hand onto the bus. Sticking instantly to the Bus Spider-boi slips to safety before someone notices her ripped suit.

Gwen doesn’t notice the milk ad on the bus or that her left-hand looks like it is sliding into the MILF’s cleavage as ...

... she pouts milk for her two smiling kids. The bus sails down the busy street as Gwen throws the villain and the vendor a two-finger salute as she disappears down the street.

“I’ll get you Spider-boi!!!” Trantulass shouts. Her body twisting; struggling with the webs binding her every limb. A blanket of cabbage leaves and bikinis cover her.

Paisley dropped to the ground ten blocks from the heist. Standing upright she shifts the duffle bag back up onto her shoulder. Pulling on her shirt down, it had ridden up over the lower inch of her A-cup breasts. She smiled, Heist complete, she thought. Her hand reached for the keypad.

Her eyes blur and four copies of each number spin around each other. The last thing the daughter of the supervillain Sin-eater remembers is falling as the world fades into darkness.

Ana Kravinoff holds up her phone and snaps a picture of her prey behind her. Passed out on the ground. A wicked smile graced her lips. She types the caption, ‘Hunter hunts the hunter. I’ll play with her tomorrow on a livestream. Cum see the pleasures Sin-Eater offers me.’

Clicking Post, the leather and fur-clad Ultimate Hunter sends her 34 million followers the proof of her successful hunt. Over half of her followers live in and around New York City. Ana walks the line between Influencer and Supervillain. Citizens of NYC find it is always good to know where a villain is. It’s also a fun sexy time watching Ana play with her prey. Before she practices catch and ...