Spider Gwen & Black Cat squirt stream rec

Title: “Squirting Superheroines: A Thrilling Tale of Licking and Rubbing”

Gwen Stacy and Felicia Hardy, better known as Spider-Woman and Black Cat respectively, had been roommates for the last few months. They were young, vibrant, and eager to explore their newfound sexual awakening. Tensions had been rising between the two women, with stolen glances, lingering touches, and suggestive comments slowly brewing into something more.

One fateful evening, as they lounged on their shared bed, watching a superheroine documentary, their hands found their way to each other’s thighs. Their breathing quickened as their caresses grew bolder, inching higher and higher until they were cupping each other’s mound through their panties. A zipper was unzipped, a shirt was lifted, and their bare skin was pressed together, electric and tingly.

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Their lips met in a passionate, urgent kiss as they ground against each other, both desperate for more friction. Hands roamed their bodies, fondling and toying with their sensitive spots. Between gasps and moans, they stripped each other bare, admiring the smooth curves of the other’s body.

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Positioning themselves in the classic missionary position, they continued to grind, teasing the other’s entrance with their soaked lower lips. The sensitive bud of Gwen’s clit rubbed deliciously against Felicia’s pubic bone, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her juices coated Felicia’s inner thighs as she undulated watery moans into the other girl’s mouth.

As they continued their explorations, a glimmer of an idea struck Felicia. Leaning over, she grabbed a box from under her bed, a sly smile spreading across her face. She pulled out a sleek, purple vibrator, complete with beads lining the smooth shaft. Gwen’s eyes widened, pupils dilating with desire.

Felicia eased the toy down Gwen’s body, tracing the curves of her slim waist, the swell of her hips, and finally landing on her dripping slit. She teased the entrance with the head of the vibrator, drawing whimpers and pleading looks from Gwen. Impatient and needy, the lewd blonde scissored her legs, trying to force the toy inside.

With a throaty chuckle, Felicia switched on the low setting, sending vibrations through the toy and Gwen’s gaping pussy. She pushed the phallic object in slowly, inch by torturous inch, giving her lover time to adjust to the new, intense sensation. As it reached the deepest point, Gwen bucked her hips, crying out as her inner walls clenched down on the toy.

Felicia slowly withdrew the vibrator until only the tip remained inside, then slammed it back in to the hilt. She set a punishing rhythm, pumping the toy in and out of the teenage heroine’s hungry cunt. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Gwen’s hand reach down, two fingers circling her sensitive clit in tandem with Felicia’s thrusts.

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Pre-cum leaked freely from Felicia’s unoccupied pussy, her clit throbbing with a deep, primal ache. Watching Gwen writhe in blissful abandon, feeling her own excitement building, pushed her over the edge. A feral growl escaped from her throat as she came undone, juices gushing from her twitching entrance, soaking the sheets.

Her hips rolled and thrust, vibrating the dildo inside her lover, drawing their mutual climax closer and closer. As the vibrator reached that special bundle of nerves inside Gwen, the blonde threw her head back with a silent scream, a barreling release slamming into her from all sides. Her pussy clenched and fluttered wildly, expelling a torrent of thick girl-cream onto the toy and Felicia’s lap.

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The squirting girl finally stilled, panting and shuddering after her intense orgasm. Felicia pulled out the thoroughly used toy and tossed it aside, before diving between Gwen’s legs and lapping at the pool of honey collected there. She tasted the sweet elixir of her lover’s release, her own desire reigniting at the tangy flavor.

Gwen languidly stroked Felicia’s head as the dark-haired vixen provided maintenance to her sensitive snatch, savoring the last aftershocks of her explosive climax. As her breathing returned to normal, Felicia crawled up her body and kissed her deeply, sharing the taste of vaginal cream.

“I love you,” Felicia whispered, and Gwen responded in kind. “I love you too.”

They snuggled together under the sheets, basking in the afterglow and the new directions their relationship was taking.