I saw her across the bar, legs crossed, skirt riding high on her thighs, and I knew I was done for. Peter Parker, the guy who swings through the city stopping bad guys, was about to get filthy with a stranger who looked like she wanted it rough. She caught me staring and smiled, slow and dirty, then nodded toward the door. No names. No small talk. Just heat.
We barely made it to her apartment before I had her against the wall. My hands slid under that skirt and found bare skin, no panties. Fuck, she was already wet. I shoved two fingers inside her pussy and she moaned loud, grinding down on my hand. "Spider-Man, huh?" she whispered, but I shut her up with my mouth, tongue fucking hers while I pumped my fingers deeper. Her cunt clenched tight, slick and hot, dripping down my wrist.
I ripped her top open, buttons flying, and sucked on her tits hard. Nipples stiff, I bit one and she gasped, yanking at my belt. My cock sprang free, thick and aching, and she dropped to her knees right there in the hallway. Her mouth was pure sin. She licked the head first, tasting the precum, then swallowed me whole. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room as she bobbed, throat working my shaft, spit running down my balls. I grabbed her hair and thrust, fucking her face, making her gag just enough to feel that tight squeeze.
"Get up," I growled. I spun her around, bent her over the couch, and slammed into her from behind. Her pussy took every inch, gripping me like it was made for it. I pounded hard, hips slapping her ass, the wet slap of skin on skin loud and filthy. She pushed back, begging for more, so I gave it to her. Spider strength meant I could hold her hips and drill deep, hitting that spot that made her scream.
I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the floor, and spread her legs wide. My cock slid back in smooth, balls deep. I fucked her slow at first, letting her feel every ridge, then picked up speed until the couch shook. Her clit was swollen under my thumb, rubbing circles while I thrust. She came hard, walls pulsing around me, juices coating my dick.
But I wasn't finished. I lifted her like she weighed nothing, pressed her against the window overlooking the city, and drove back inside.
Her legs locked around me. Every thrust made her tits bounce. I could feel the web shooters itching on my wrists, but I held back, using just my hands to pin her wrists above her head. She begged me to come inside her, voice hoarse. I unloaded deep, hot spurts filling her cunt while she milked me dry.
We didn't stop there. She sucked me hard again on the bed, riding my face while she swallowed my cock. Her pussy tasted sweet and dirty mixed with my cum. I ate her out until she shook, then flipped her and took her ass, slow at first, then rough when she pushed back for it. Lube made everything slick, my cock stretching her tight hole while she fingered her own clit.
By the time we collapsed, sweaty and spent, the sun was coming up. She traced the muscles on my chest and whispered she wanted round two that night. I smiled under the mask I never fully took off. Peter Parker smut never felt so good.
