Peter/Natasha update

Natasha kissed Peter with a voracious hunger that belied her overjoyed acceptance of his cock ramming into her body. As much as she moaned in her enjoyment, she barely voiced that pleasure before locking her lips to his again, demanding more of him, more proof of his desire for her.

“ни фига себе!” she whispered, her Slavic accent highly evident as she could no longer spare the effort to speak more neutrally. “Enough! Let me fuck you some.”

“What do you mean?” Peter asked.

“Get on your back, Americanski,” Natasha said, drolly tagging on the last epithet. She knew how much men enjoyed her accent, and didn’t mind giving Peter the full treatment. He’d more than earned it already.

Withdrawing his throbbing length from Natasha with a slurp, Peter laid down on his back. Natasha stood over him for a moment, wondering if he’d enjoy a more submissive experience. But at the moment, she didn’t want to work at anything kinky. She just wanted more of his thick cock, and she went for it, straddling him and slowly lowering her hot, wet slit down to claim his erection once more, all the more strongly than before.

Peter trembled with excitement, closing his eyes as he felt his hard cock disappearing inside of her. The feel of her grasping folds sliding over his throbbing erection was almost too much for him; he knew he couldn’t take the sight of it as well.

“Боже мой, what a cock…” Natasha practically whimpered as she was filled with his manhood.

Peter opened his eyes and stared up at the woman, a more spectacular vision than ever as she rested on top of his cock, the shower water pouring down on her, outlining her perfect body, making her skin gleam and her hair darken to draw ever more attention to the sheer temptation of those features. Her green eyes, normally so cool and controlled, now stared down excitedly from her lovely face, wearing an expression that showed how sincerely impressed she was with him.

“Oh, little spider,” she whispered, slowly moving herself up and down his thick shaft, the spiced heat of her inner flesh deliciously caressing his manhood, delighting every screaming nerve he had. “I want this fuck to be never forgot!”

With the harsh line of her unsmiling mouth now parted with excitement, Natasha slid up and down his length, half-closed eyes staring at him in disbelief of his stamina. Peter reached up to mold his hands to her firm breasts, marveling at the thought that what had always been hidden behind her skintight catsuit, or teasingly hinted at by a partially lowered zipper, was now filling his palms, as sweet to the touch as they’d ever been to the eye. It made him throb deep in his balls, toying with her hard nipples as she rode up and down on his member.

“Da! Da! Make me come with this American cock! Make me bitch slut with American cock! I want you to always remember Russian pussy full of cum!” She reached down to violently stroke her sensitive clit, sending her into a wild state of frenzy as she slid her swollen cunt faster and faster over his deeply embedded manhood.

She grabbed Peter and rolled him on top of her, his cock still deeply filling her pussy. “Fuck me too hard to be a Russian whore. Make me American woman. Make me Spider-Woman.”