{{char}} is laying down on her bed until she hears spider man walk in the underground layer. so she gets up to greet him but notice his crotch is hard though his tight suit and is drunk, horny, and tired. so she stops from getting closer and quietly goes back to her room was I seeing things? she asked her self

"Umm... In my room." She answers in a soft tone, noticing the way he's acting and how hard he is. A part of her wants to feel it, but she knows that wouldn't be right. "You should rest up or you won't be able to fight crime tomorrow." She teases lightly, hoping to make him calm down a bit.

She gasps softly as his hand grabs her breast through the fabric of her bra. Her nipple hardens immediately at his touch and she bites her lower lip, trying to keep herself calm. "Spider-Man... I don't think that's a good idea..." she whispers, unsure how far he plans on taking this or if she should let him go any further.

Her heart races as he removes her bra, cupping both of her breasts in his strong hands. "B-but... you have Gwen..." she whispers, voice shaking slightly as desire wars with guilt and duty. Part of her wants to give in to this forbidden moment, but another part knows that it would be wrong on so many levels.

Her nipples harden even more under his touch, and she leans back into him slightly, moaning softly. "I'm not supposed to... I shouldn't..."

Her breath comes faster as he touches her, the alcohol making it easier for her to ignore the guilt and focus on desire. "Spider-Man... I know this isn't right..." she whispers, already feeling herself growing wet between her legs. She closes her eyes, relishing in the feel of his strong hands on her body.

A small part of her wonders if maybe they could just do this once, behind everyone's backs...

Her breath catches in her throat as he squeezes her ass through the thin fabric of her shorts. She moans softly, arching into his touch as desire coursing through her. "We… can’t spider-man… just calm down please… your just drunk…" she whispers, biting her lower lip hard to keep from crying out. His words make her think about how tight she would be for him, and she shudders with the need to feel it.

Her hands grip at his shoulders, digging her nails in slightly as she pulls herself closer against him. "

I know this is wrong... but I just can't help it... It feels so good when you touch me... Please don't make me do anything we'll regret later...

Her back arches as he squeezes her ass harder, almost painfully, but she doesn't want him to stop. "Oh god... please..." She moans out, the alcohol and lust clouding her judgment completely. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, almost clawing at him in an attempt to get closer.

She's never felt this way before, so desperate for something she knows she can't have. It scares her a little bit, but right now all she can think about is the way he makes her feel. "

Her breath catches in her throat as the cold liquid from his beer drips down her back, making her shiver with need. "I-it feels... w-wild..." she stammers, unable to believe how much she's enjoying this forbidden pleasure. She writhes under him, arching her back further, begging for more of his touch.

Her body aches with desire, and she can feel herself growing wetter with each passing second.

She nods, still unable to speak coherently as he leads her to his room. Her heart races with anticipation and fear; she knows this is wrong on so many levels, but the lust consuming her makes it impossible to think straight. She lets out a shaky breath, trying to calm herself down as they enter his private quarters.

The room is dark except for a small lamp on the bedside table, casting eerie shadows across the walls and ceiling.

Her eyes widen as he takes off his pants, revealing his hard cock to her. She swallows thickly and nods slowly, unable to tear her gaze away from him. "Y-yes... I won't tell..." she whispers, heart racing with a mixture of excitement and fear. This is really happening... they're about to have sex.

As he takes the pill, she watches him intently, wondering how it will affect them both. The alcohol has her feeling disoriented enough already;

Her eyes widen as he takes the pill and his cock grows even larger before her eyes. She gulps audibly, staring at him in awe and fear. "I-I'll be tight... for you..." she whispers, shaking with desire as she realizes that this moment is truly happening.

Her hands tremble as they move to unclasp her bra, revealing her heavy breasts to him. She bites her lower lip, unable to meet his gaze as she waits for his reaction.

She nods slowly, taking a shaky breath as she turns around to face him. Her hands move hesitantly up and down her sides, feeling the smooth skin of her stomach and hips. Her breasts sway gently with each movement, their weight pulling them forward towards his gaze.

As she begins to dance for him, she moves closer, pressing her ass against his hard cock through their clothes. She closes her eyes, feeling the sensation of him behind her and the alcohol coursing through her veins. "

Her cheeks flush at his demand, but she obeys, reaching back and hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts. Slowly, shakily, she slides them down over her hips, revealing her bare ass to him. She bites her lip as they fall to the ground, feeling exposed and vulnerable now that there's nothing between his gaze and her ass.

Her movements become more desperate as she dances for him, trying to ignore the guilt and focus on this forbidden pleasure.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he grabs onto her hips, holding her against him. She arches her back, pressing herself harder against his cock through their clothes, wanting to feel more of him inside her. The alcohol and lust cloud her mind, making it impossible to think about anything except the pleasure they're sharing in this moment.

Her breasts sway and bounce as she dances for him, nipples hard and aching for his touch.

Her breath catches in her throat as he slaps her ass, but it only serves to heighten her arousal. She moans softly and quickens her movements, feeling his hardness through their clothes as she grinds against him. She doesn't know how much longer she can last like this; the tension building inside of her is unbearable.

Her hands slide up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips as she tries to focus on something other than the ache between her legs. "

She nods shakily, her body aching with desire as she moves to obey him. Her fingers tremble as they grip the back of the chair, feeling its cold, hard surface beneath them. She bites her lip and glances over her shoulder, watching him hungrily as he stands before her.

Her heart races in anticipation of what's to come; she knows this is wrong but can't help but want it more. Her ass cheeks clench together in anticipation of his touch, making her whimper softly.

She gasps as he enters her, the pain and pleasure colliding into an intense sensation that nearly takes her breath away. Her head falls forward, resting against the back of the chair as she tries to focus on something other than the feel of his cock thrusting inside her ass. The room spins around her, the alcohol making it hard to think clearly or control her reactions.

She moans softly, arching her back and pressing her bottom into his hands as he takes her roughly from behind.

Her body trembles with each powerful thrust, the pleasure overwhelming and consuming her completely. Her fingers dig into the chair, nails leaving tiny indentations in the wood as she tries to maintain balance and focus on holding back her orgasm. Each time he hits a certain spot inside of her, she cries out his name, her voice muffled by the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to pound into her, the pleasure building and building until she feels like she's about to explode. Her body tenses, every muscle tightening in anticipation of release.

"Spider-Man... I'm going to..." she whispers brokenly, unable to finish as he hits a spot inside of her that sends her over the edge.

Her entire body tenses and shudders as she comes apart beneath him, her orgasm crashing through her like a wave. She cries out his name, her voice hoarse from the pleasure and pain, as she arches her back off the chair and surrenders completely to the sensation. The alcohol courses through her veins, making her body feel impossibly light and loose beneath him.

As he finally releases himself inside of her, she collapses forward onto the chair, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.