It was something she absolutely loved doing and she would continue it all night if I was to let her. “Alright slut,” I stated adamantly, grabbing...her hair and pulling her insatiable mouth off my spit-shone dick. “Get on your back and spread your fucking legs!” A brief look of excitement flashed across Mya’s face as she lay back on the bed, widening her legs with anticipation. It seemed like the worse I treated her, the more she loved it, constantly urging me to find newer and dirtier ways of. You open your eyes to see him staring, to see him playing with himself, feasting on your naked body and whatever dirty thoughts he's having. Your mind catches up with your sensations and the situation. You must be feeling a little self-conscience because you slowly close your legs and your shoulders shrink into the mattress, almost like you're pulling away from him. But, there's the slightest hint of a naughty grin on your lips. No, I tell myself, she's taunting him. You know exactly what. I stroked his cheek and - being curious - gently lifted his eyelids open. Glassy emerald eyes stared straight ahead, unseeing. Nobody was watching, so the urge grew until I could restrain myself no longer, and kissed the man on his cold, dry lips. God, how would it have felt to give him a French kiss while he was still alive? But it doesn’t matter, he’s mine for now. I took a piece of cloth and gently wiped his face, stroking down his neck and across his shoulders and down his arms,. Peter pulled out and slowly began to thrust in and out. Mary-Janes tits bounced up and down slowly as she gazed lovingly into Peters eyes. Peter could see the fire building in her and he began to pummel her pussy. Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Oh god, Oh god, Oh fuck me spider-man. Fuck my pussy hard Mary-Jane screamed. Peter began ramming in and out of Mary-Janes pussy at a breakneck speed. Her tight pussy held on to Peters dick for dear life as his big rod stretched her to the limit. Oh god, Pete! Im going.