Good.

MJ stood in the corner immersed in the sound of nothing but fuzz; white noise blaring through the headphones as bright black and white static shown in her eyes.

“It’s so much bigger than Peter, Sir.” Echoed in her ears as a close-up video flashed of Nick’s cock being jerked onto her wedding bands. The words not matching what she was saying in the screen. He had obviously been editing the video and audio while she waited. She could see each bubble of pre-cum forming, covering her rings in a white sheen. Mary Jane watched the scene loop.

More static.

“Sir, I aim to please.” Repeated as video showed MJ giving her best smile; white porcelain-like teeth shining through ruby red lips before kissing Nick’s cockhead.

More static.

“Sir, I’m glad you are pleased, and excited. I loved the taste.” MJ licking from taint to stem and all over Nick’s plum sized balls before inhaling them into her mouth.

More static.

“It’s a fucking monster, Sir!!” A close up of MJ’s face; her lips stretched thin around the base of his cock, pubic hairs making an odd mustache and beard on her face. Her eyes were looking up, worshipping the face above her.

More static.

“Sir’s is the thickest.” Was heard as MJ saw herself riding Nick, or rather spasming on his prick.

More static.

“Fuck you are a stud! Fuck me!” Nick’s cock pulling out and slamming into her as frothy white pre-cum leaked from MJ’s pink, gaping hole around his thick cock.

More static.

Nick fucking her doggy as MJ heard herself scream, “Breed your bitch!” looped over and over in her eyes.

More static.

“NICK KATEZENBERG IS MAKING MARY JANE WATSON CUM.” MJ saw Nick’s ass moving up and down as her own legs latched onto his ass. She could see her juices running down from his bouncing scrotum.

More static.

“I love you, Nick.” MJ lightly kissing Nick on the neck as her arms draped around his back.

More static showed before it all repeated.

MJ began to lose track of time in her weakened state. How long had she been standing? She hadn’t even noticed her hand playing with her small nub, nor that Nick had reentered the room. And he wasn’t alone.