" He admired the thick, veined muscle, throbbing in his hand as he stroked the spit-slick shaft, popping it in and out of his mouth to relish the musk... taste again."We really shouldn't... ooooooohhhh FUCK!" Steve groaned, as his protest was swamped by Dave's warm, wet mouth. Smothering his full length until he felt his breath tickling the shock of thick, black hair around his crotch then sliding it out to gasp; "Come on - Fuck my mouth."Steve couldn't remember the last time he'd had a blow job. A little tighter than normal but not anything like it was last night. I was happy she'd settled down.I pulled up to the drop-off area and put the car in park. Jill pulled me to her and kissed me. I was one of those kisses that make your hands think of exploring."Thank you for putting up with me. And for being there. I'll make it up to you tonight." You're welcome."She kissed me again. Not as intimate as the last one but a lot more than a peck. She slid over and out the door."I love you." A. The only manner of clothes keeping her from being outright indecent, though she guessed few would complain, were a tight pair of black pants, matching the sheen and texture of her corset and fore arm length gloves she wore. Though appearing as to be leather, her attire was made up by that slippery substance that had joined with her in her quest to make herself feel better after Spider-Man’s rejection of her. Soft, plump, and dark lips were seemingly permanently put into a soft smirk, devious. " I didn't care about looking at the spellbook, his notes on the other hand I did care about. I wanted to see what he wrote.He reluctantly handed me the notebook. The writing started as a mess and quickly became very practiced; his letters were almost perfect by the end of the page. He wrote about his casting of the fire spell and the surge that went awry. He actually went into detail about the feeling of the external pressure that forced the fire from his pores. He did try to hold it back as.