Knock Knock update (Patreon)

Mary Jane wiggled around, trying to position herself for the fuck despite the webbing holding her in place. It wasn’t her first time playing around with the kinky application of Peter’s webs, but this seemed so much more serious, more intense than those little games.

Peter could barely bring himself to lightly tap her ass; now Diana had whipped her and it’d been… enjoyable. More than enjoyable. The feeling was decadent, like rich, weighty chocolate. She was filled to overflowing, ready to burst, and MJ knew Peter would make her do just that.

She laid across the bed with her ass in the air and her legs dangling over the side, her red snatch waiting for however Peter decided to salve its suffering. Peter got behind her, leaning over the redhead’s back. He put one foot up on the mattress and Mary Jane cooed, picturing the image the two of them made. Obscene, pornographic, and with Diana watching them too. But the feeling charged through her receptive body, not turning her off at all, only making her feel more fraught with sexual tension.

Peter sought out his target and found it waiting for him, soaking wet, warm, clenching with pressure ready to engulf his own aching need. He guided himself into her.

“Ohhh!” Mary Jane cried, feeling herself stretching to take his penetration. “Oh God, I missed that! I even missed needing it! Fuck me, Peter, I want more!”

Grinning with a disbelieving laugh, Peter pushed into her sex as far as he could. When his pelvis flattened Mary Jane’s curvy ass to the bone, his cock was as tightly wrapped as he thought he could stand within her snug depths.

“Mmmmm!” Mary Jane hummed happily, every throb of his arousal sending pleasured pangs through her soft folds.

Slowly, Peter withdrew himself until his bloated knob was in danger of slipping free of her tightness. Then he charged back into her, Mary Jane letting out a new cry of passion while she was pulled taut all over again.

Back and forth Peter dashed himself against her pert buttocks, hauling his cock in and out of her tight snatch. Each lunge he made took Mary Jane harder and faster, but she was never less than enthusiastic. Her passion grew and grew, matching Diana’s rising ardor. The Amazon loved to see how Mary Jane responded with such élan to the demands of Peter’s performance.

“Yes!” Diana hissed under her breath, seeing MJ take the punishing intensity of the fuck and flourish in enjoying it. She had the heart of a warrior, even if she wasn’t one; she would be excellent succor to the weight Peter carried.