"Fuck me!" Mary Jane screamed, speaking right into Felicia's cunt. "Ohhh, fuck my ass, Peter! I want it hard! I want it right up my ass!"
Feeling the redhead's hole flexing around his manhood, Peter grabbed her hips tightly, then vigorously pumped as if trying to buck Mary Jane out of his lap. She wailed and bounced between his and Felicia's bodies, her naked flesh writhing with wild undulations between Peter's pounding and Felicia's settled weight.
The hard hammering of Peter's member deep in Mary Jane's bowels sent shudders of electric rapture through all of her body. She couldn't speak, she couldn't see straight, she couldn't work her tongue to pleasure Felicia any more than she already had.
The Black Cat took matters into her own hands, grabbing Mary Jane by her red hair and rolling her hips to fuck herself against MJ's screaming face. As Peter continued ass-fucking his wife, her cries of pleasure sputtered and gurgled in Felicia's mons.
The cat burglar smiled lovingly. As nice as it had been to feel Mary Jane's tongue at play inside her, fucking the redhead's face while Spider did her ass was just... decadent.
She'd wanted to get decadent with Peter for so long. Doing it with Mary Jane too was an inspired touch. Maybe Peter was finally getting serious about their relationship; accepting she had
needs
.
With the friction building and building, heat sinking into the sensitive walls of her rectum, Peter's balls beating against her seeping pussy, Mary Jane could not resist this whorish pleasure even if she wanted to. She came, her anus gripping Peter's endowment in convulsive clenches, pulling at him as Mary Jane's body would when it was her hot, wet mouth he had his dick in.
The harshness of his downed costume against her taut flesh seemed to grow her enjoyment. She would've liked it even more if the fabric was all the way off, letting her feel his naked skin on hers, but she didn't want to stop when the pressure was so perfect: Felicia straddling her face and Peter underneath her, his prick driving into her boiling rectum.
The unexpected, domineering indulgence of riding Mary Jane's face proved even more effective on Felicia than having MJ tongue her, especially with the inescapable knowledge that right underneath it, Peter was letting that beauty have it right up the ass. The air was heavy with sexuality and it didn't go to waste at all for Felicia.
She wrenched Mary Jane's head to the side, seeing past her craned head to Peter—his flushed, ecstatic face—Mary Jane's cock-drunk expression. Felicia looked at the two of them, her sexual future, and bit her lower lip in an attempt to come off as slightly less of a whore than Mary Jane; muffling her cry of release when her orgasm surged through her sex and spilled onto Mary Jane's already sweaty features.
She came off of the marrieds' conjoined bodies, actually blacking out for a moment, coming to as if she were emerging from one hell of a wet dream. But when Felicia opened her eyes, she saw that her satisfaction didn't belong to any phantasmagoria. Her lovers were the real thing and the fun was just getting started.
A huge grin spread over her gorgeous face, watching Peter ramming so energetically into his wife's ass. Felicia crept down the length of the bed, now staring at Peter's cock—and Mary Jane's asshole—as obsessively as she'd observed their passion-twisted faces. She ran her hand between her legs, pressing hard on her bubbling sex.
"I remember how that feels. Would've thought it'd be too much for you. Should've known Spider wouldn't settle for a girl who couldn't hold up her end," she breathed, running her lips along Mary Jane's quivering thigh, her tongue over droplets of heated sweat. "How about it, Red? Enjoying yourself?"
