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Then his hot, spearing prick went into her dripping snatch. Elisa groaned with impassioned contentment and fresh need, feeling him easing him back inside her, inch by delicious inch. She had recovered some of her old tightness, but it went away again as his fat cock demanded she take all of its girth, that she be his entirely, with nothing denied him or his hard prick. Elisa was fine with that. She wanted to give him everything. She wanted Spider-Man to take absolutely anything he wanted from her body.

She felt the throb of his penetrating cock, the beats adding to its wild thrusting into her, the smack of his stout balls, his heavy breathing, his grunts, her own moans. She shot into heavenly ecstasy with Peter pumping her clutching, gripping cunt with his muscular body. His weight pressed down on her hot, sweaty flesh as Peter balanced evenly on his knees and elbows.

She felt him jackhammer his twitching prick all the way into her snatch, reaching for her womb like he meant to fill it before he even bred her. Her lower lips experienced the steamy touch of his seething balls as they slapped against the bottom of her slit.

Groaning in rich enjoyment of her pressure around his shaft, Peter ground into her, pushed and shoved and his cock stretched her on the inside, driving home how large he’d swollen. His balls were bathed in her dripping, gushing juices while he fed her his prick, circling it around and around inside her stuffed pussy, making sure she’d taken every inch into her hysterically clenching folds.

“FUCK MEEEE!” Elisa keened.

Her hips gyrated in whirlpools of the suction she wanted to pull at his fat cock. Every feel of its girth pushing out at her folds on all sides brought her heart-stoppingly close to climax. But Elisa wasn’t ready to come yet. She adored the feeling of being crammed full, the heat of Peter’s groin pooling in her own lap, the heavy pumps of his member inside her.

“FUCK ME HARDER! HARDER!”

His mouth hit her nipples, warm and moist, and they melted down with glorious lewdness. Her hips swayed in erratic spasms while she went wild with her hands, feeling all over his muscular body, his driving ass, his strong shoulders, his clenched taut thighs. She wanted more of him, to soak in the sweat of his heated body, to be possessed, to be all around him, taking all of him.

Elisa’s head reeled dizzily as she molded her hands to whatever part of his athletic body she could reach. His thick prick slammed heavily into her spastic cunt while she heaved her groin up for more of him, more of his cock, more of his cum, MORE!

Her head tossed on the watery waves of the webbing; her body was rocked by the swirling motion surrounding her. She was jolted crazily by Peter’s heavenly thrusts. Every pump was a shock of long, stiff manhood. His lips clung to her jiggling breast, mouthing it so ardently that she felt his warm saliva trickle down the full, firm mound. His hot tongue whipped her stiff nipple into further stimulation, flicking across the tip, swirling over the areola…

And then suddenly his mouth was on her other breast, eager and neglected. The stab of feeling erased any disappointment at her overstimulated breast now going neglected. Elisa felt like she was sinking into a warm, moist pool of delicious cream. She was absorbed, taken, felt, touched, smothered in the delicious heat of his need for her.

His wicked mouth had her by the nipple, his tongue lashing her into a punishing amount of feeling. His hands were on her hips, feeling her damp skin, caressing her taut stomach, encircling her ass, all over her curves. She was a slave to him, a toy, clay being molded in his hands.

Elisa twisted in her tormented ecstasy. Peter was all over her sinuous body, jamming, thrusting, forcing in his steely manhood. Her head tossed and her eyes flickered up into her skull, unable to focus on anything. All she saw was his masked face bobbing at one of her heaving breasts, then going to milk the other, his head working up and down on her luscious nipple like an oil derrick pumping away.

Then he buried his flushed face between her tits, the exuberant curves of her warm flesh pressing against his cheeks. His pelvis danced and jangled within her open thighs, keeping up the steady fucking of her snatch, leaving her no respite as he ground his engorged prick into the depths that had already felt so much.

Then Elisa felt more—felt him lever her legs up and back until they were coming down on her upper body. She was bent in half, her pelvis upturned to offer her cunt up to him, to practically force it upon him as he hammered down onto her. He kept pushing her legs back until, with cheerleader flexibility Elisa didn’t know she was still capable of, he pressed her feet behind her head and crossed her ankles. Every pump now jostled Elisa into the pillow of her own calves. She’d never, in all her life, been as fucked as she was now.

Elisa was so hot she thought she might scream. Her body instinctively reacted against being so mastered—she moved to get out from under him, get away from his hammering prick. She needed air!

Fire flashed through her sweating body, nerves tingling with electricity she could barely stand. She was going to melt, burn up, disintegrate into ash. She’d never been so consumed with passion. She needed him to come, had to get Peter to come or she was going to die of pleasure.

The sweat poured off her reddened flesh while inside her, the fire burned, blazed, consumed every nerve she had. Her clit was spastic, her snatch flaming with the passion of how Peter used it—pumping and grinding and slamming and stabbing. She felt her whole body surge as he used her with wild enthusiasm.