Good to the Last Drop update

Soon, Peter was flat on his back, Elisa prostrate before him. She was wrapped up in the pleasure of sucking him off and Peter, of course, was oblivious to everything around him as he enjoyed every bit of that. Felicia stuck around to enjoy the show. She watched Elisa suck Peter off to see if she could pick up any techniques from the cop—to see if there was anything she was doing that Peter couldn’t get enough of—and because it was hot.

“Suck it, babe! Suck me!” Peter said enthusiastically, guiding Elisa’s beautiful face over his erection with a gentle hand.

She willingly let him ease her mouth up and down his manhood, while her fingers caressed his scrotum. As his huge cock disappeared without a trace into her expert mouth, Elisa squeezed his balls harder and harder.

“Take it all! Suck me dry, baby! I want to see you swallow my cum!”

Felicia watched breathlessly as the cop sucked on possibly her favorite cock. It was obvious that Elisa knew what to do with a nightstick, even one as big and as hot as Peter’s. Felicia felt her own cunt getting warm, getting wet, as she watched Elisa keep going with her hard, fast blowjob.

Elisa seemed to know exactly how to get Peter off and she put him through his paces with slow willfulness, taking him to the brink of climax but not letting him go over. It was torture at its finest and Peter was enjoying it immensely. Without thinking, Felicia dropped her hand inside of her catsuit and rubbed a gloved finger at her tingling clit. Maybe one small orgasm—then she’d go.

Elisa licked Peter’s engorged cockhead like a lollipop, then ran her tongue down his shaft, over his balls. Peter shook with ecstasy as her tongue danced lightly all over his manhood.

“Make me come!” he said, almost begging. His hips bounced in a futile try to get his cock further into Elisa’s mouth. “Suck me off, Elisa! Come on, you’re so good at it!”

Elisa simply smiled around his prick, unable to speak and unwilling to take her mouth off of his cock. She continued her slow oral caress of his member.

Having swathed his entire length with her tongue, Elisa took Peter’s cock deep into her throat, until she gagged on it, the clutching pressure enough to make Peter howl. She pursed her lips around his girth and made her way back, then hilted herself on his dick again, pausing in her trips up and down his manhood only to flick her tongue underneath his helmet. While she played with his cock, her fingers massaged Peter’s balls, milking the tender flesh as if to bring his cum closer to the surface. She could feel all of it roiling inside his scrotum, like it was eager to fill her mouth and slide down her throat.

“Don’t stop!” Peter groaned, every muscle clenched. “That’s so fucking good! Keep going! God, I love how your mouth feels on my prick!”

But despite his heated words, Elisa worked her way up his lengthy erection, finally popping her tightened lips off his glans. Peter moaned and begrudgingly relaxed, looking down at her with his frustration evident. He was trying to be polite, but it did make Felicia giggle, seeing his cock throbbing with the sexual need he wouldn’t voice.

“What’s wrong?” Peter asked Elisa.

“I do want to make you come, Spidey. Don’t worry about that.” Elisa crawled up Peter’s body, to kiss him deeply. Her breasts petted against his chest as she swayed and wiggled with their kiss. “But not in my mouth. First, I want you to eat me. Then I want to see that gorgeous prick of yours going into my cunt. And as soon as I get off, you can feel free to come as much as you want.”

Felicia bit her lip, trembling. She wasn’t even jealous. The thought of Peter’s enormous cock pumping in that hot-ass cop excited her—almost made her come. She rubbed her pussy harder, rougher, with her fingers. And good on Elisa for demanding Peter get her off. Felicia would do the same, if she weren’t so addicted to his cock that worshipping it made her come just fine. Maybe once Elisa fell in love with it like Felicia had, she’d lose the attitude and be a good little cum-slut like Felicia was. It was enough to make Felicia stick around, eager to see and anxious to come.

Peter rolled on top of Elisa, kissing her again before moving down her body, yanking her trousers and panties down in one go, opening her thighs as wide as they could be with the waistband of her pants still holding them. He laved his tongue over her slit, then spread her mons with his hands. Her clit sprang up as she was opened and Peter stroked it with his tongue, a gentle caress, soft but persistent. Elisa reached down to bury her fingernails in his mask, holding him as tightly as she could to her sex.

“Harder!” she moaned, her eyes forced shut by her pleasure. She squeezed Peter’s masked face between her thighs. “Eat me! Eat me! Don’t stop until I come! Please, Spider-Man, give me what I want!”

Felicia felt fire between her legs, watching Peter make love to the woman with his mouth. His face was buried inside her thighs, but Felicia could see that Elisa was receiving pleasure—getting fucked—with her supple lips slightly open, letting out a guttural moan that resonated through the alley.

“Oohhhh,” Elisa sighed, her hips bucking against the strokes of Peter’s tongue, the endless stream of pleasure that wouldn’t be diverted from her clit. “You’re fucking me… fucking me with your tongue… making me come… yes… oh God, yes!”

Her orgasm tore through her like a chainsaw, cutting through all her anticipation to get to layer after layer of indescribable delight.

“It’s never happened so fast before, never been this easy—!” she squealed, her hips undulating violently, as if an extension of his lapping tongue. “Don’t stop making me come! Don’t… don’t stop!”

Then it was over, as quickly as it had started. Elisa’s body went limp. She fell against the ground so still that she could’ve been sleeping, her chest rising and falling with labored breaths. Peter kissed her sex one last time—so damn tender, even with a perfect stranger—and he crawled up alongside her supine body.

“Hope you don’t mind that I stopped,” he said teasingly. “It kinda seemed like you’d had your fill.”

“Oh yeah,” Elisa said. “And now it’s your turn, bud.”

She pulled him to her body, kissing him enthusiastically, eager to taste herself on his tongue. Her hand wrapped around his cock, finding the flesh stiffened, highly aroused. She squeezed it, stroked it, until it was even harder. A raging erection she could barely wait to feel inside her pussy.

“Let’s get off the ground,” Elisa said, picking herself up. “You fuck me down there any longer and no dry-cleaner in the world is going to be able to do a thing for this outfit.”

“I don’t think the wall is any cleaner,” Peter pointed out.

“So just fuck me right here in the middle of the alley,” Elisa told him, bending over invitingly with her pants now around her ankle. Her cunt was exposed, ready to be filled. “Hell, with the things I’ve seen you do, you could probably bounce me up and down on that cock like a pocket pussy.”