LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 6: Chapter 6
Without further interruptions, the voluptuous burglar with ivory hair started to descend once again, this time onto his cock. Her bare knees made contact with the concrete roof, yet she didn't care.
Chances are they would get torn up, and she'd need to wrap them after tonight, but it could be worse; she could be in Spidey's situation, with his back and backside about to endure what her knees had.
Chuckling at the idea, she leaned down and grasped his firm shaft, albeit slightly softer than earlier.
To intensify the sensation, she pressed the head against her lips, teasing herself more than him. As she sensed the familiar firmness of the tool, she positioned her bare pussy onto him.
She was snug, like a clamp, and warm as a summer afternoon. His hands naturally moved up to her hips to settle at ease.
He understood she was in charge, so he wouldn't attempt to manipulate her, and he would appreciate that he didn't, as he quickly discovered that Black Cat not only utilized her nimbleness and elegance to steal from banks, but she could sway her hips in ways no ordinary woman could.
Her hips moved in a rhythm unique to her, her backside brushing against his thighs as she danced.
A hand pressed against her belly as she groaned audibly, employing the action to direct his cock to strike all the spots he couldn't by his own course.
Her other hand moved down to take one of his from her hips and placed it on her ample breast.
She groaned more intensely as his powerful hand pressed against her nipple, enveloping it like a shield.
This made her change her movements, appearing unpredictable to him, but in her perspective, she was performing a well-rehearsed dance that she had perfected for herself.
As his hand reached for her breast, his other hand would move to gently support the other one as well.
Their dimensions were too vast to hold completely, and as he pressed, her breast flesh slipped through his fingers.
He adjusted and tugged at her nipples, much to her delight, eliciting deep moans and groans while she began to bounce and grind against him.
Whenever his hips would lift, she would push them back down with her hand positioned just above his pelvic area and her strong hips. His opportunity to take control would come, but not at this moment.
She squirmed and ground and bounced on him, her breasts clasped by him. One hand rested on him while the other began to stroke her adorable little clit.
Her arms held tightly together pushed her breasts together too, forming a striking cleavage that Spider-Man would gaze at keenly.
She began to cry out with her sobs and shakes, but the city remained oblivious amid the noise of traffic and other sounds, prompting her to become increasingly loud.
Before long, her stomach experienced that tightening sensation, and she lifted herself up until only the head remained inside her, then swiftly descended hard and fast; fortunately, her expertise enabled her to go straight down without bending poor Spidey's cock.
As soon as she struck his hips, she reached climax, her pussy gripping him tightly like a vice. After applying her sweetness to his shaft, she shifted to allow him to slide out, still erect, and climbed over him.
Her breasts brushed against his face while her pussy hovered just above his face during the act.
She carried on past him, moving gracefully like a cat, until she got to the building's edge and stood up, pressing her hands against the surface.
She cast that 'come fuck me' glance once more, looking back at him, her hair framing her face as it fell from her head, and she swayed it slowly towards him, inviting him over.
Without a need for words, Spider-Man remained standing. His member swung as he approached, and his gaze searched the surroundings for anyone watching. He glanced down from the top of the building.
They were elevated enough that no one would spot them, on a structure that few would bother to glance at, yet low enough that if anyone were silent enough, they would hear them.
How exciting! He gazed at her well-rounded backside and observed the tribal tattoo that began on one side and extended down between them, curving to the other side, the ink situated just above the cheeks and crossing over the tailbone.
As he gazed at her backside, he couldn't avoid thinking if he might...no, she wouldn't allow him to do that, would she?
He was adequately lubricated, courtesy of her, so perhaps... As he contemplated, he saw her glance back over her shoulder once more and provide him with his response. She nodded in affirmation, aware of her desire, and prepared herself for it.