Peter Parker's New Groove by CambrianBeckett

Storm

Giving him a slight smirk as he begins to match her pace, Storm tosses her mane of white locks back and lets out a moan, riding him once more now that they're clearly done talking for the moment. Her pussy walls clench around his shaft, and her naked, dark-skinned form bounces and jiggles in all the right ways.

The African mutant truly is a gorgeous bombshell of a woman. All Peter really knows about her is that she controls the weather, a mutant ability that she put to GREAT use during the battle against Thanos. Nothing quite like having that sort of battlefield control, really. Honestly, if he'd been paying a bit more attention the night before, Peter might have figured out that Emma had led him to a set of quarters that were clearly not meant for guests.

The whole play is covered in plants, some of them dangling from the ceiling, some in pots on the floor, some even growing upon the wall on a lattice structure. On top of that, and on top of the artwork, there are clearly mementos from Storm's life, with there being a spear and dagger combo hanging from the wall at one point that Peter would be dumbfounded if he found out Storm hadn't actually used both at one point in time.

It all painted quite the interesting picture of the woman. But so did other things. Like the fact that Emma had convinced him to stay the night and then led him here rather than her own quarters. Obviously, the blonde telepath had set out to set him up with Storm. More obviously, Storm definitely was the kind of woman who apparently liked being set up with random strangers.

After all, the gorgeous woman hadn't so much as missed a beat, from the look of things. She'd come into her quarters, and the first thing she'd done upon finding him in HER bed wasn't to wake him up or even try to restrain him as some creep or stalker... no, she'd gone ahead, stripped naked, and hopped into bed with him, impaling herself upon his cock without so much as a 'by your leave'.

Oh yeah, Peter was getting a fairly decent idea of just what Storm was like. And as he thrusts up into her, making her gasp and laugh in delight as she rides him to kingdom come, Peter can't help but grin savagely... before focusing on those perfect black breasts of hers. Dark as the rest of her, each capped with a rock hard nipple, they bounce in front of his eyes almost hypnotically.

With a lustful growl, Peter suddenly sits up, leaning forward as he slides his hands from Storm's hips down to her ass. She moans, wrapping her own arms around his neck, draping them over his shoulders as he begins to ravenously feast upon her tits. Peter goes from one breast to the other, lavishing them both with praise, worshipping Storm's chest as though she were a Goddess.

He doesn't think that she's a psychic, but almost as if she reads his mind, her next words come out in a wanton moan and damn near perfectly mirror his thoughts.

"Oooh, that's a good boy. Worship your Goddess! Yesss~"

It felt a little belittling, if he was being honest. It felt... like she wasn't taking him seriously. Hmph, Peter knew it was her room. Her bed, even. He knew that, by all rights that he was a guest here and he should probably act like it. But damn if he wasn't a little... annoyed by her attitude. He wasn't some 'boy', damn it!

Maybe it was his lust talking. He didn't consider himself arrogant, or anything like that. But still, Peter feels a swelling of... pride and aggression well up inside of him. With a growl, he grabs hold of Storm, and before the African mutant can so much as blink, he has her on her back. She hits with an 'oof' as his sudden maneuver knocks the air out of her lungs for a moment. Her breasts jiggle, and his cock remains deep inside of her as her cunt walls clench down around it in surprise.