Spider-Man: Lust

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Pepper's uncovering of the covers caused me to fall even further out of reality and into an abyss of less than positive thoughts.

I already knew this was going to happen sooner or later....

I knew the Shield wouldn't just let an attack on their base go.

- This is ridiculous! - Anya folded her arms under her breasts. - Tell her, Peter. - and then stared at me.

Frankly, I have no idea what my girlfriend is arguing with Psylocke about. Honestly, I feel like a person who woke up for a few hours, did something for an hour or two, and then went back to sleep, and who the next time they wake up isn't quite sure if they woke up before or if it was just a weird part of the dream.

- Do you have any better ideas? - While Anya looked at me ingratiatingly, Psylocke stretched out calmly and somehow even smugly.

- He can stay at my place! I promise not to organise orgies and twenty-four hour sex marathons...! Every day. - While the other girls stood aloof from Anya and Psylocke, Lady Deadpool reached out her hand with smiling eyes.

- ...

- ...

She was completely ignored.

- Besides, Peter already has slave girls there..... - having an indirect interest, Tigra still contributed.

- Yuriko, can't you look after him? - In an act of desperation, Anya turned to Watanabe.

- If I can't with my money and connections, what can I say about the policeman on duty? - Silver answered for her friend.

- Anya... There's no other option. - in the end, the final push came from her friend, Jessica.

- What about me? No one wants to convince me? - when my voice did fall.

- ...

- ...

I was completely ignored and began discussing the time frame in which I should go to mutant school. Who knew that such a turn of events would make me feel close to Lady Deadpool?

*Peelik*

Who immediately seized the opportunity and sent me a nudis. It was hard to tell whether it was her upper or lower buns, because they were tightly pressed up against her clothes and the picture was darkened. But the postscript was an apology with a link to a Sims torrent with sex mods and two characters in the set, suspiciously similar to us with her.... Someone clearly has nothing better to do with their life.

.....

Without asking my opinion or trying to convince me of anything, I was sent home. In the end, in the taxi, I realised on my own that mutant school was the best option.

No matter how much power the Shield has in influential circles, the mutant society is a kind of separate state within a state. Yet when oppression comes to the level of politics or society, it is not the weak who are oppressed, but those who have at least the capacity for power.

However, oppression never ends in good or success. Sooner or later, the general mass gets bored, or its influential part finds a new, more profitable object. And while the powerful part leaves, forgets and moves on, it is much more complicated with the victims.

So in modern American society, mutants are accepted not only not to be feared, but to be treated as respectable people. This creates an unhealthy dynamic where mutants can't get enough, because the true perpetrators aren't punished, the institutions of power don't change, and most real problems are glossed over with something laughable.

And while the government has the choice to mostly screw over offended governments, peoples, or races, the problem associated with mutants... They are indeed dangerous, and they, as a collective, may actually hold significant power.

And they do, to some extent. No matter how many incidents occur on the grounds of the so-called school for gifted children, the police have never had the right to intervene. No journalist has ever been able to film what is going on. Even politicians try to avoid the school itself, no matter how the electorate feels about it.

So it really is the best place to hide from the FBI, CIA, Shield and other acronyms...

- I was thinking about rich lore and you ruined it...

- I'm sorry.

When I opened the door, I was greeted by Psylocke inside my room, leaning against the desk.

- Mexico is definitely not an option?

- Definitely not. Iran, Russia, China, and North Korea are the only countries that would work. Most of them would just turn you in.

It was quite difficult to concentrate on the mutant's words, and not only because of her languid tone. Psylocke met me almost naked, and from the clothes on her only long purple gloves to the elbow, and thick stockings of the same colour, which at the end of the belt framed her wide and soft snow-white thighs.

- What...? Is someone afraid of mutants?

- Me? After what I did to you and after what I'm about to do?

- Oh, that sounds intriguing....

Catching the shot of brown eyes, I lowered my gaze. Over the plump lips brought together and with flirtatiously raised corners. The juicy milk cans, hanging down under their own weight like an unknown fruit, capable of breaking any tree with its size. But not the slim waist and graceful back, along which the gorgeous arse protrudes with a slight rise.

- Ah... Is it finally my turn...?

Running my hand along the soft and heavy breasts, I stopped at the ass, which I began to knead masterfully, sinking my fingers as if in the dough.

- Is it your turn? Judging by the moisture, someone was indeed waiting....

- Ah. Do you know how unpleasant it was just watching you and Hill... Listening to the Widow outside?

- Well, well, well, my girl.

Laying my mate down on the voluminous buns, I reached down not only to touch the soft bidons with my hands, but to sink my lips, my teeth into the soft nub.

- Ahhh... What? Make my face as lustful as Maria's? Make me scream as loud as Natasha?

- Why?

- А?.. - Psylocke was genuinely surprised that she even lost the notes of flirtation in her voice. - Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!...!

- If I can make you scream louder!

Inserting my cock into the juicy pussy, I had to overcome the crazy desire to cum immediately. That's the power of a personal cum-receiver.

- Ahhhh! Mnhmmm!

And judging from the moans that immediately escaped from Psylocke's lips, I was not the only one who got incomparable pleasure from the very first seconds.

- Mnghmm!

Pulling the supple skin off her weighty arse, red marks in the shape of my fingers and hands are left on it.

- Ahh!... Haaah!... Agghhhh!...

As I sped up, the spanking of our hips was followed by other spankings. The slapping of two juicy breasts smacking against each other.

- Ummmmmmm!

Tucking Psylocke's hair to my left side, I dug my right into her neck. Leaving red hickey marks, with my hands I embraced the ripe melons, letting the pink peaks pass between my fingers.

- Ahhhh!.. Aah!

Just as with my lips I want to leave marks on my woman, so with my hands I want to make a woman's body realise who she belongs to.

- Aah! Hmmmmm!..

The latter is quite difficult. Mainly because of the staggering volume, the way the tender flesh returns its shape and swallows my palms whole.

- Ah!

After playing with her nipples for a while, I moved my right hand up along the delicate skin to finish on her feminine jaw. Which I forcefully thrust upwards.

- Haa! Mnhmmm!...

Running my thumb along the heavily breathing lips, those unceremoniously caught me, beginning to suck, nibble and lick my thumb.

- You know, we do it doggy style quite often.....

I think our first time was also from behind.

- Mmm. - Releasing my thumb, Psylocke's squeezed cheeks abruptly returned to shape. - Ah, I love it when you take me like a bitch....

The harder I sped up the thicker Betsy's cheeks reddened, her nostrils dilated, her eyebrows curved and her eyes rolled.

- Ahh! Aaahhhh!

* Knock, knock *

My guard's juicy pussy was getting hotter and hotter, clamping down harder and harder on me as if trying to squeeze me dry.

- C-c-c-c-come!

* Knock, knock *

- Ahem!

Finally having a clear view of Psylocke's body, I sped up to fill her with cum, right at the time of her ringing orgasm.

- Ahh... Hmm.

As soon as I slid my cock out, white liquid flowed from the juicy babe. As Psylocke herself collapsed onto the table, flattening her huge tits along its surface.

*♪ Knock, knock, knock ♪

*♪ Slap, slap, slap ♪

And at the point where I was hitting the buns with the red handprints, I noticed another sound that didn't belong to the heavily breathing Psylocke.

* Knock, knock, knock *

- Peter, when you watch porn, use headphones, for God's sake! - Uncle Ben's shouting also reached me with understanding.

- I'm not watching porn, I'm with a girl.....

Turning her head towards the table, Psylocke disappeared somewhere again....

*♪ Knock, knock, knock ♪

- Peter, it's not nice to lie! - Here comes Aunt May.

- Haaah.

If Psylocke's job is to protect me and my life, then why do her actions make me want to jump out the window...?