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

... searched for leverage.

The light blue ballet shoes missed the ground by mere inches and missed the far side of the ‘J’ vent by a foot as they swung in the air. Five minutes passed before she heard banging on the stairs. It was followed by a loud crash.

Paisley S. Carter aka Sin-Eater, the older one, burst through the roof access door. A large black duffle bag was thrown over one shoulder. Both her nipples poked out of her black long-sleeve shirt and rubbed on the back of her bulletproof vest. She felt a ripple of excitement rush through her. The heist was going perfectly. A cool rush of autumn air slipped behind her vest and her bare midriff. Smiling under the purple ski mask she ran for the rooftop ledge. The bagginess of her green camo pants made each of her enhanced strides fluid and easy.

Bentley S. Carter aka Sin-Eater, the younger one, ran onto the roof. His clothing matched Paisley’s except for his shirt being longer and tucking into his pants. His eyes caught on a familiar ass as he scanned the rooftop for trouble. A large and juicy ass in black spandex stuck out of a ventilation duct. Two similarly clad legs swung just off the ground. A pair of light blue ballet slippers swished inches above the roof’s stone pebble surface.

“Pais, take the loot back home. I’m gonna set up a diversion for any nearby do-gooders.”

She jumped over the ledge with the duffle bag, without even looking at her brother. “See you at home, Lil’ bro!”

Music echoes from a ...

... party on an adjacent rooftop. Pulling off his purple mask and vest he sets them on the floor. Flashing a smile to a nearby rooftop, Bentley turns to Spider-boi’s ass. He runs both hands through his le pomp haircut, re-fluffing the long portion of black-brown hair crowning his head. Smiling, he enjoys the view. The spectacular spider-ass: cheeks big, juicy, and round shine as the sun touches the suit's black fabric. Her angular athletic legs are clad in the same fabric. Framed by her trademark light-blue ballet slippers.

Is that webbing?

He thinks. A gooey white ring coats the entrance to the vent.

Oh my god, she webbed herself.

He holds back laughter.

Gwen doesn’t hear him approach or unzip his pants. Halfway in the vent, she struggles to move either forward or backward. Her arms were pinned to her side and her feet were just off the ground. Each foot swung helplessly. Had she been able to see herself, she would have been more frustrated. Three inches was the gap from her toes to the roof. The ballet slippers missing the traction of the roof.

“Trying to stop us?” He said. Bentley unzipped his green camo pants. “I’m gonna enjoy this, Spider-boi.” He unbuckled his matching tactical belt. With a practiced flick of his wrist, his cock and balls flopped out. Bentley wasn’t sure if it was lucky genetics or the experimental drugs that had turned his father into the original Sin-Eater. But either way, he enjoyed the look and feel of his 11-inch cock.

His shaft was ...