[ Then again, she's been considerably tolerant of Peter's simultaneous comedy act... however subpar. Where his chatter is all flash, his actions are very much all substance. Every movement is in service of taking Felicia closer and closer to that desired edge, Peter's ministrations eliciting moans rather contrary to Felicia's typical demeanor. Yes, she's getting whiny, and yes, she's getting submissive. Meanwhile, Peter down there's learning just how much he likes this.
Not that he's forever opposed to being topped all of a sudden. This is just a side of Felicia he's often not exposed to. A side of her, in fact, that the neighbors surely resent to hear. Well, fine. It's her apartment. So why not amp it up, by marshalling that dynamic trio to dig further inside her, harder and with greater fervor? Replicating what works and bringing more force - some of the reserves of his spider-strength - to make Felicia's body tremble in the tangle of all this webbing.
Her whole self sways in concert with Peter's impositions: every pounding of his hand between her legs, every forceful insertion of his fingers whose tips never cease to press against her walls. All of this he manages while continuing to lap her up, continuing to draw circles around her clit with the tip of his tongue, evidently committed to seeing this through to its inevitable conclusion. ]
When was I ever not? After the whole Fin Fang Foom thing?
[ Seems the mere mention of Fin Fang Foom was worth relinquishing his mouth for. Fortunately for Felicia, he resumes his course, reintroducing himself by puckering his lips around her clit, practically kissing the surrounding space as he continues fingering her below. ]
I'm not stopping till the inevitable happens. Just saying.
[ There's a smugness to him now, a spider who's gotten ahead of himself after monitoring the signs of Felicia's dishevelment. It's not often, after all, that he leaves her flustered. He doesn't at all resent her tendency to be in control, to be the one to titillate and tempt him... but the turned tables represent a nice change of pace. Nice enough for Peter to once again be titillated and tempted indeed, as the mere act of witnessing his effects on Felicia restores his own arousal. He doesn't announce it, so Felicia's really gonna have turn her head and look to know, but he's hard as he listens to her unravel-- as he listens to each shudder of pleasure that escapes her lips, the fruits of all his diligence.
It's only a matter of time before he receives his real reward. ]
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[ Then again, she's been considerably tolerant of Peter's simultaneous comedy act... however subpar. Where his chatter is all flash, his actions are very much all substance. Every movement is in service of taking Felicia closer and closer to that desired edge, Peter's ministrations eliciting moans rather contrary to Felicia's typical demeanor. Yes, she's getting whiny, and yes, she's getting submissive. Meanwhile, Peter down there's learning just how much he likes this.
Not that he's forever opposed to being topped all of a sudden. This is just a side of Felicia he's often not exposed to. A side of her, in fact, that the neighbors surely resent to hear. Well, fine. It's her apartment. So why not amp it up, by marshalling that dynamic trio to dig further inside her, harder and with greater fervor? Replicating what works and bringing more force - some of the reserves of his spider-strength - to make Felicia's body tremble in the tangle of all this webbing.
Her whole self sways in concert with Peter's impositions: every pounding of his hand between her legs, every forceful insertion of his fingers whose tips never cease to press against her walls. All of this he manages while continuing to lap her up, continuing to draw circles around her clit with the tip of his tongue, evidently committed to seeing this through to its inevitable conclusion. ]
When was I ever not? After the whole Fin Fang Foom thing?
[ Seems the mere mention of Fin Fang Foom was worth relinquishing his mouth for. Fortunately for Felicia, he resumes his course, reintroducing himself by puckering his lips around her clit, practically kissing the surrounding space as he continues fingering her below. ]
I'm not stopping till the inevitable happens. Just saying.
[ There's a smugness to him now, a spider who's gotten ahead of himself after monitoring the signs of Felicia's dishevelment. It's not often, after all, that he leaves her flustered. He doesn't at all resent her tendency to be in control, to be the one to titillate and tempt him... but the turned tables represent a nice change of pace. Nice enough for Peter to once again be titillated and tempted indeed, as the mere act of witnessing his effects on Felicia restores his own arousal. He doesn't announce it, so Felicia's really gonna have turn her head and look to know, but he's hard as he listens to her unravel-- as he listens to each shudder of pleasure that escapes her lips, the fruits of all his diligence.
It's only a matter of time before he receives his real reward. ]