With Felicia behaving herself, Peter let her down from her bindings. She knelt behind Mary Jane, salivating as Mary Jane wiggled her shorts down her long legs, off her lush little ass. Peter held Felicia's hair like a leash. It wasn't as if she could get away if she tried to, or that she even wanted to. The man just knew that Felicia would exult in the surging current of sexual submission.
This was what she wanted, to be dominated. To be ordered around and controlled. Not to mention the beauty offered by the incredible ass that topped Mary Jane's long, slender legs. The cat burglar wondered if this sort of bondage was something new to Peter or if he had experience from the redhead. That pale, freckled skin of hers looked like it would be all kinds of fun to scratch and slap and spank.
Felicia was trembling with excitement at the thought; she almost spasmed when her thinking moved on to what Peter and MJ were urging her to do. She let her fingers float over the naked curves of Mary Jane's ass. All that lovely flesh was hers to be tasted. When she stroked its fine, firm lines, she felt more elated than Mary Jane. Before she could moan, Felicia kissed it delicately.
Mary Jane moaned for her. Her body squirmed and shuddered; Felicia's hands and kisses warming it from the inside out. From deep in her cunt to her curling toes and fisting fingers. MJ suddenly craved having her twitching fingers on Felicia's body. Instead, she reached back and held her buttocks open for Felicia to properly pay homage to her. Their new pet had to learn her place before the Parkers started enjoying themselves.
Felicia's tongue slipped between those cheeks like two scoops of an ice cream sundae and licked its way to the beckoning asshole. Mary Jane groaned with want as its tip skated over her sphincter, continued, then reversed course to liquidly wash over the grommet. Mary Jane sighed as the pressure went on and off like a tide, ebbing and flowing, not quite penetrating her but most certainly not leaving her alone.
She didn't mind being teased. Let Felicia be willful. Let Felicia be Felicia. So long as she understood her place. Rewarded if she did as she was told; punished if she disobeyed.
Felicia moaned herself, relishing the hot tightness she felt in MJ's little-used anus. With Peter being the size he was, clearly Mary Jane's ass went underappreciated. She could sympathize. But if she was going to become a permanent fixture in the master bedroom, she was certainly going to see to it that all of Mary Jane—and Peter—got the attention warranted.
Starting now: Felicia slid her fingers along the inner orbit of Mary Jane's thigh, coming up to caress her slot. She feathered it with the touch of her fingertip, then abruptly slipped two fingers inside the warm sheath. Mary Jane was ready for the intrusion. Her wet hole accepted Felicia's probe to its deepest. With her other hand, Felicia reached around to massage Mary Jane's clit.
