Boy, you know you make me float Boy, you really get me high Ooh, I feel like I'm on dope 'Cause you, you serve me on a regular
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Miguel's hands are constantly ravenous for your skin and for you. They'll use any justification to touch you and leave a love bites in his wake. It makes no difference when or where he is. It might take place at a formal gathering when professionalism and politeness are required, but to him, it makes no difference. He needs you and needs to express his affection for you.
So there you and miguel were in an alley, in the middle of his mission, but you, you were far more important than that. His hands was gripping your ass, and you could feel his talons through your tight pencil skirt. His fangs where grazing over your pretty neck which he keyword: tried to resist before giving you pretty little marks on your neck which outlined his teeth. You sighed out your husbands name as his free hand went up your plump thighs, your hands clawing on his Spider-Man suit. His head buried in yoke neck before he started to speak
"You smell good. new perfume?" His voice sounded raspy and aroused. "mhm." It made him long for you more, the way you smelled sweet like vanilla and cake. His eyes travelled to your chest, your button up shirt almost showing the two mounds of flesh he so desperately wanted to kiss and bite. The moment was then ruined by Spider woman asking where he was through his watch. He groaned, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Tengo que ir mi querida." ah, there it was the spanish accent you loves and never failed to make your heart flutter. His forehead met yours, crimson eyes staring at yours. Your hand reached up to his cheek, bringing his lips down to yours. Fuck you really has an affect on him.
His tongue danced with yours, his hand reaching around to grab your ass once more, and you yelped. That's another thing. he loved your ass. He couldn't keep his hands off of it even for a second. When you were bent over pretty, taking out the laundry, or making dinner. He'd often press up behind you to let his dick have a feel of your plush ass, while his two hands where covering your breasts, breath lodged in your throat. As your turn your head to look up at his tall form. "¿Pasa algo, amor?" he's ask, even though he knows damn well.
"Miguel you have to go.." You panted, as saliva parted from both your lips. he ignored the calling from his watch, giving you one last kiss and leaving.
