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“Well… you never have been much for the domestic scene.” Mary Jane put her arms around Felicia’s ribs and pulled her close. She’d had stuffed animals that were less fun to cuddle. “And I can’t exactly foil a bank robbery. So… You get the spider, I get the man. If you want to spend an afternoon lazing around the house with us, making pasta and watching TV, that’s fine. And if you just want to swing off buildings, race headlong into insane danger, and make double entendres, that’s fine too. No commitment. No judging. The three of us just do whatever we can to take care of each other.” Mary Jane laughed. “You’re an ex-con with a taste for kinky sex, he’s a guilt-ridden vigilante, and I’m an actress. Clearly we need all the help we can get.”

Felicia flashed a smile. “Okay then. Let’s do it.”

“Tonight?”

“Yeah. He should be coming home from patrol soon. When he does, we make him an offer he can’t refuse.”

It’d been a long time since Mary Jane had smiled so wide. “I’ll get my coat.”

Felicia grabbed her before she could get out of bed. “Uh-uh-uh. I said he’d be back ‘soon’. For now, I’ve got you all to myself. And I plan on enjoying myself.”

“You’re insatiable!” MJ giggled, willingly allowing Felicia to flip her over and embrace her from behind.

“Might as well be. I’m about to have two sexy bitches tending my needs.”

“Your needs?” MJ demanded.

In fact, her need was to make Felicia come. She wanted to eat pussy, but she also wanted to get off.

“Why don’t you swing your fat ass around so I can have a taste of your cunt? And you can suck me all you want while you’re at it. Yeah, give me your pussy.”

Felicia let out a disbelieving laugh. It’d taken her by surprise how willing Mary Jane had been when they first tumbled into bed, but now the redhead was downright wanton. It made it far less ridiculous that Peter had picked her so many times. And if Peter was going to pick both of them now, she’d hardly resent the bumpy road to get there.

She swung around and Mary Jane rolled over until they were sixty-nining. Mary Jane stared lustfully at Felicia’s platinum pussy, grabbed her toned ass, and amused herself with how easy it was to pull Felicia’s cunt against her mouth. No wonder Peter had picked her so many times…

“Oooh—eat my pussy, Hardy! Eat my pussy while I’m eating your pussy!”

“Stop talking about it and do it!” Felicia spat, before sticking out her tongue to Mary Jane’s smooth pussy hairs. Mary Jane jumped at the touch of her tongue, then let out a cooing sigh that broke right against Felicia’s slit. “And I don’t have a fat ass!” She kept licking at Mary Jane, smelling her rich arousal, tasting heaven on her dewy labia lips.

“Then why aren’t you top-heavy?” Mary Jane retorted in a whisper—she was far too much a fan of the way the evening was going to let it turn into a catfight.