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The sound of Peter’s hips crashing against Mary Jane’s ass grew louder than their gasps and moans. The bed rocked, its headboard snapping against the wall until Diana grabbed onto the rear bedposts to steady it.

With the taste of Peter’s cum still thick on her tongue and the feel of Diana’s body still warm on her skin, MJ had been on the cusp of orgasm long before Peter entered her. It didn’t take many thrusts to bring her to her peak; Peter just kept her there, pump after pump, until Mary Jane didn’t know if she was coming repeatedly or having one long orgasm that Peter wouldn’t let end.

She met Peter’s thrusting with lunges of her hips, while her bare breasts swung back and forth, hitting the bedding she was bent over.

“GHHHH!” Mary Jane cried blissfully. Every time Peter’s cock filled her, a burst of pure pleasure illuminated her body. This was what MJ lived for. She’d always liked fucking, but now she knew that only Peter could do this to her.

Mary Jane felt on the verge of passing out when there was a charge of heat in her sex; she knew she’d received Peter’s seed. The sound of him groaning confirmed it. And before his cum could stop flowing, Mary Jane felt another climax crashing down on her consciousness.

But before it made its way to her, Peter stopped pistoning into her sex.

“Keep going!” Mary Jane keened. “I’m almost there!”

“D-don’t know how much more I’ve got!” Peter panted.

Her heart sinking, Mary Jane felt his cock go still inside her, its throbbing arousal now a whisper of its former pounding. MJ had to take matters into her own hands. Still holding Peter’s weakening erection inside her body, she reached between her legs and started stroking her clit.

But this wasn’t the soft tickle she used when she was masturbating. She rubbed with all her might, knowing she had to come, that she just couldn’t give up this rapture. And she wouldn’t have to, Mary Jane realized. She was going to come, and come hard—even though it was her own fingers doing it, having Peter’s cock inside her made it as simple as making a wish of a genie.

She wondered if the same were true for Peter. Mary Jane knew her cunt was better than his hand; could it be better than Wonder Woman?