For a thief with sticky fingers in a non-sexual sense? That said a lot. Peter was good, more than she feels like she deserves sometimes, but now that didn't matter. Morals were left at the balcony and here, she selfishly just wants to swallow him whole. Whatever sense you think of, it was true. When he lets the quips melt away and fall short, honest with her – she feels a shiver crack down her spine and she honestly moans for him with such need and want.
Their back and forth was at a 10 all night, but now she was hitting it into overdrive. When he bucks up to meet her eagerly, she welcomes every inch he offers in kind. Wet, warm, and tight – Felicia was often hard to figure out but it was clear he fucks her in ways that leaves her wanting more.
Both hands move to claw through his short strands of hair, nails scraping to his scalp and clutching onto the back of his head. There's a force that she likes, makes her feel like she has to deal with the brunt of everything he is – spider strength and all – and it challenges her in every way.
The couch doesn't squeak under their motions, but she's loud enough to cover it if it did. Leaning down, her tongue finds itself against his jawline, sinking her teeth into his neck softly in some fit of playful fighting – a hushed whisper right near his ear shortly after. ]
I give you a damn good view... nnn, why would you ever... try to get in front of me?
[ She knows why she took lead in the vents during Foomgate, afterall.
She liked when he looked at her, liked when he tried to figure her out. It was as if she gets closer to who she was really suppose to be. Yet... now, she just wants him inside of her. Wants him to feel like they were stupid kids just suiting up again. Costumes were the least of her worries now, even if she still loved seeing him in the suit – preferably the black one.
For now, she'll take him nearly bare – right in the middle of her overpriced penthouse where she was whimpering out without fear of sounding too... much. ]
Like that — just... like that. Puuuurrrrfect...
[ Felicia... does do cat puns, don't you ever forget. ]
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For a thief with sticky fingers in a non-sexual sense? That said a lot. Peter was good, more than she feels like she deserves sometimes, but now that didn't matter. Morals were left at the balcony and here, she selfishly just wants to swallow him whole. Whatever sense you think of, it was true. When he lets the quips melt away and fall short, honest with her – she feels a shiver crack down her spine and she honestly moans for him with such need and want.
Their back and forth was at a 10 all night, but now she was hitting it into overdrive. When he bucks up to meet her eagerly, she welcomes every inch he offers in kind. Wet, warm, and tight – Felicia was often hard to figure out but it was clear he fucks her in ways that leaves her wanting more.
Both hands move to claw through his short strands of hair, nails scraping to his scalp and clutching onto the back of his head. There's a force that she likes, makes her feel like she has to deal with the brunt of everything he is – spider strength and all – and it challenges her in every way.
The couch doesn't squeak under their motions, but she's loud enough to cover it if it did. Leaning down, her tongue finds itself against his jawline, sinking her teeth into his neck softly in some fit of playful fighting – a hushed whisper right near his ear shortly after. ]
I give you a damn good view... nnn, why would you ever... try to get in front of me?
[ She knows why she took lead in the vents during Foomgate, afterall.
She liked when he looked at her, liked when he tried to figure her out. It was as if she gets closer to who she was really suppose to be. Yet... now, she just wants him inside of her. Wants him to feel like they were stupid kids just suiting up again. Costumes were the least of her worries now, even if she still loved seeing him in the suit – preferably the black one.
For now, she'll take him nearly bare – right in the middle of her overpriced penthouse where she was whimpering out without fear of sounding too... much. ]
Like that — just... like that. Puuuurrrrfect...
[ Felicia... does do cat puns, don't you ever forget. ]