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

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

... Her cock and balls freely bounced below her. Toes pointed to the ground.

The spin stops.

“There just like I said. Just need to get you all sweaty and you would slip right out.” Bentley says through Gwen’s hood as he leans his head next to hers.

Her ballet slippers touch the ground and Bentley releases her. Spinning, Gwen looks at him. Her cock wiggles and comes to rest on her thigh. He has the grin of a boy who just got away with mischief.

“So you rob the place and then fuck me when I come to stop you?” Gwen asks. Her mask’s eyes begin to un-dilate as she adjusts to the light. She reached one arm back over her head stretching. Her white cock with tiny veins bobs in the air, a slight pink tint to it. Wisps of string white cum float in the breeze, trailing off the tip of her half-hard cock.

“Me? Commit a crime? I’m vaguely on the straight and narrow.” He wiggles his hips. His cock regained some strength. She notices his pants around his ankles.

How did he pull off the spin?

“You expect me to believe you after Venice?” She tilts her neck to each side and twists her shoulders and hips. Her cock swings back and forth at him.

One arm stretches out. Bentley points to a nearby rooftop. Music wafts from it. Dozens of people were dancing and drinking. “I was at a party. You swung overhead and I watched you get stuck.”

Gwen looked over. A half dozen people cheered and shouted at her.

Bentley waved and they cheered more. His other hand slides down his cock ...

... as it briskly grows.

Under her mask, she chews on her lip.

Well, he did get me out of that stupid vent…

She thinks as she watches him continue to pull on his now half-hard cock.

Pulling up her mask she slips it over her button nose, Keeping her identity hidden from Bentley and the partiers. With a swift flex of her calves, she raises onto her toes and kisses his left cheek. Gwen steps back away from him.

“What? That’s all the thanks I get?” His head tilts down to her and an eyebrow raises.

She grabbed his cock with a grip only a spider-person could manage. Gwen places a finger to her lips, she said, “Quiet or that's all you get, Vent Fucker.”

Stepping behind the vent she pulls Bentley along by his cock. Hiding them both from the partiers.

Boos waft over to them.

Gwen drops into her trademarked squat. Her mask hid the hunger in her eyes. The cock in her hand hardened and returned to its massive full length.

Wetting her lips Gwen slid her tongue over his mushroom tip. It was hot and sticky. He tasted tangy and salty. Not bothering to remove her pink and white gloves she begins using both hands to slide along his shaft. Her tongue flicks around his head as it enters her mouth.

Bentley groans as he strikes Spider-boi’s dangly uvula at the back of her mouth. Her tongue danced under his cock.

His hot cockhead bumps into her soft palate and pushes into her throat. Gwen’s tongue savors the taste of his cock as she flicks it under his shaft.

Moans ...