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Peter looked down at Mary Jane, seeing how tightly her lips held his member.

“Fuck, MJ!” He gripped her red tresses and ground his hips up off the couch. “Unghh! Suck me, suck! Show me how much you want this cum!”

Mary Jane strained to open her mouth wider, allowing Peter to force another inch of his burning erection into her. The sounds of her slurping and gurgling around his cock were loud enough to fill the room. Her nostrils flared as she panted through them, making herself manage with what little air she could suck down as she eagerly fucked her face on Peter’s cock.

And, with her flaming eyes staring up at him, she even more eagerly cajoled him to fuck her face, to take advantage of her open mouth and receptive throat, to use her parted lips until they were his cum dumpster. God, she wanted to show him he could fuck her just as hard as either of those… bikini-area bitches in their star-spangled panties and fishnet stockings…

Instead, Peter folded his arms across his chest, as if offering her the length of fat cock that still remained outside her splayed lips—challenging her with it. “Jack me off, MJ,” he told her. “Stroke my cock just as hard as you’re sucking it.”

Mary Jane’s jade eyes narrowed. She hated the thought that he was going easy on her, holding back with her now because he was too used to the real fucking he could get with the Amazon and the streetwalker. Or magician. Whoever still wore fishnets, fucking fishnets…

She roughly grabbed hold of his girth, unsurprised to find that Peter didn’t mind a little passion, even on his most sensitive area. She circled her fist around his shaft in a corkscrewing motion that totally encompassed his thickness and stiffness. Then she started to pump her hand back and forth, twisting and sliding it on the base of his prick, where her mouth didn’t reach. Not yet.

His cock got even harder, now throbbing harsh enough to sting the bones of Mary Jane’s jaw. She recognized this driving pulse well. She’d felt it in her pussy, up her ass, in both hands, and between her tits. And when it happened in her mouth, her stomach muscles actually shuddered in anticipation of how her tiger would fill her belly.

Mary Jane’s ass wiggled contentedly up in the air as she jacked and sucked Peter with all the hunger she had for his cum.

“Play with my balls!” Peter gasped. He was usually too kind, too caring, to ever be so commanding with her, but he seemed less inhibited now. Even more masculine. But not unfeeling. She was a sex object to him, a cock holster, but only because he knew that was what got her off. She loved being made love to, but she came when he fucked her hard. His little redheaded fuckhole…

Mary Jane wanted to reach down to her pussy and get herself off while still in the grip of this intoxicating lust she felt, but Peter’s thoughtless orders couldn’t be disobeyed. She had to satisfy him—it was part of how lascivious she was feeling.