Good To The Last Drop update

Her body quivered as if possessed and in a way it was. She was possessed by sheer lust—addicted to Peter using her—and wholly unaware of just how much she loved being Peter’s cock holster, as her eyes rolled back in her head and Elisa Maza forgot everything but the feeling of his massive cock ramming into her.

She was taking him harder, faster, deeper than she had ever thought possible. And then she came and even though she wanted to, she couldn’t take anymore at all. Her climax surged through her, making the walls of her pussy convulse.

Peter gasped. Her cunt felt like a squeezing velvet glove around his manhood, trapping him inside her orgasming pussy. It was slippery with her juices, but her rolling contractions held him firmly inside her until she was done. And then he started rutting her all over again.

His cock was pulsing strongly. Peter knew he wasn’t far away from coming himself. His breath ran in short pants while his eyes glazed over. As he pounded into her, the throb in his erection grew stronger and stronger. Finally—knowing Elisa had come just about all she could herself—he decided to give into the urge to climax.

His prick erupted, pumping a load of spunk deep into Elisa’s body. Several more bursts followed, each further stuffing Elisa’s sex. Peter hesitated for a moment, enjoying the swampy feeling of having his cock inundated by his own cum filling Elisa’s pussy, then he pulled himself out of her.

Elisa’s feet came back down onto the ground. She wobbled, Peter’s hands close to her hips to make sure she didn’t fall, but Elisa wasn’t interested in standing. She threw herself into Peter’s arms, kissing him passionately. “Again! Again!”

Peter felt a bone-deep weariness from how hard he’d fucked her already. He also felt the urge to take full advantage of Elisa’s willingness as long as he was able. He decided to split the difference. “Okay, but not here. We’ve risked getting caught too much already. Mind if I take you to Look-Out Point?”

Elisa could only smile drunkenly. She saw no reason to be suspicious of Peter—no reason to deny him anything. “You can take me anywhere.”

Peter rearranged his costume to cover himself once more, then helped Elisa put herself in order too. He wasn’t the only one to take pictures of Spider-Man, and carrying a half-naked cop around would be hard to explain for either of them. Just to particularly be on the safe side, he took Elisa’s stocking cap and pulled it down over her face. Then he shot out a webline.

“Hold on tight,” he said, not that there was much chance of her getting loose with one of his arms around her.

“Oh shit,” Elisa muttered, perhaps now feeling a few misgivings about this plan, before Peter took off with her.

Felicia watched them go, eking out another orgasm with her fingers. It felt incredible, but she knew she couldn’t keep going. It wouldn’t feel the same without watching them. Zipping up her catsuit, she quickly ran up a fire escape. Maybe she could catch them.

She didn’t know if she wanted to simply watch them fuck some more—maybe record it this time—or to join in, but Felicia knew no clean getaway was worth missing out on what Peter was doing to that lucky bitch.

***

Peter gave Elisa the Winged Serpent Special, carrying her to the attic of the Chrysler Building, a narrow space on the interior of the famous pyramidal spire. There, he webbed up a hammock between the walls, the support struts, and the base of the obelisk whose top went naked out above the ceiling. With the webbing keeping both of them from falling, Peter stripped. Wordlessly, Elisa did the same. Peter took off all but his mask and webshooters. Elisa piled everything next to his costume, putting her phone on silent last. Once she did, Peter took it from her and set the clock for fifty minutes.

“Until the webbing dissolves,” he explained.

Elisa bit her lip. “That’s how long you’re going to be doing it to me, huh?”

“Let me put it this way: I’m not going to be paying attention to any clock.” Peter tilted his head. “Maybe I should turn the volume up on the alarm too.”

Elisa shook her head. “I’m not waiting any longer.” She walked out onto the billowing, rippling webbing. Her naked body swayed with the sloshing hammock like she was on a giant trampoline. Elisa giggled, especially when Peter walked out onto the web with her. “For a nimble guy, you’re making more waves than I do.”

“I weigh more.”

“I can see where,” she cooed, reaching out to grab his stiff prick.

Peter moaned in wild lust at how her hand felt on his thrumming prick. He pulled her into his arms as his lips came down on hers. His eager tongue darted into her mouth and Elisa sucked on it, showing him how hot she was, how ready she was to be his once more. It felt so much different with them both naked, so much more thrilling when her stiff nipples brushed against his hairy chest. She giggled as much as moaned; it both tickled and tantalized her.

Elisa’s arms went around his muscular shoulders—not big, but sculpted with definition—and she pressed her wet sex to his groin, her legs spreading to let her feel his engorged cock throb against her slit. She thrilled in the agony of anticipation, rolling herself against his hot cock, making him feel the heat of her boiling cunt waiting for him to be sheathed inside. She felt his bloated balls against her toned thighs, prickly with their own masculine hair. Her lips still had his and she tongued his mouth, never letting him forget her soft, full lips even as he basked in the waiting warmth of her pussy against his manhood.

Then her mouth went to his ear and she licked it too, teasing him with her hot breath as much as her warm tongue. She felt Peter flex his hips, jabbing away with his erection in an attempt to get it inside her. She whirled her pelvis around, not letting him enter her, though she still mewled to feel his long, hard cock racing over her slippery womanhood.

Her clit fluttered wildly at her nearness to being impaled. Inside, the folds of her cunt spasmed hotly as she felt his pulsing member slip and slide and rub against her pubis, feeding sensation into her quaking clitoris until she could take no more. Her clit was rigid and ready and it led the charge, the need to come centered in its trembling stiffness.

At some point, they’d stopped standing on the webbing and started laying on it. Their conjoined movements sloshed the hammock around—the anticipating silence was so great that Elisa could hear the webbing stretch and strain with their weight as they pushed against each other, pressing, embracing, caressing. His warm body sending ripples of excitement flooding through her warm body. Spurring Elisa on to an intensity of sensation she never could’ve found on her own.

She had to have his throbbing cock inside her, in her seething, burning cunt. She pulled gently at the neck of his mask to pull him between her legs. Her open thighs welcomed his hips like a jewel into a setting.