Mary Jane confronted him

"PETER!" she yelled, as she saw him there, spreadeagled on the window, his hands and feet clinging to the glass like one of those toy Garfields. As she thought of that particular pussy, she remembered her own, now moist beneath her fingertips. Reaching down, she struggled to pull up her denim jeans, really hoping Peter didn't have any of his web-suspended automatic cameras hanging around, pointed in her direction.

Finally, after some frantic frustrated fumbling, her box was back in its box, Mary Jane's modesty restored, unlike Spider-Man with that skintight spandex of his, which didn't leave anything to the imagination. It looked like he was growing another limb, which in Peter's case, wasn't entirely impossible.

Feeling her face flushed red from a mixture of embarrassment and anger, she strode up to the window, ready to confront her Friendly Neighborhood Sex Pest.

She slid the window open, the cool air hitting her perspiring body, her nipples poking against her tight tee-shirt, as she ordered Peter to come inside.

Sheepishly Spider-Man entered, peeling off his mask. "I'm so sorry, MJ. My spider-sense was tingling way off the scale, so I came to see what had set it off, and then I just couldn't stop myself staring. I thought I'd hit the jackpot."

"I was so close to hitting my jackpot too." She looked at him, his cock still hard for her. She then looked into those sad puppy-dog eyes of his that she could never resist. Just the thought of puppies, made her want him so bad now. "Want to do it doggy style, Spidey."

He looked at her in shock. This was his punishment for being a Peeping Tom? He'd be a regular Uatu from now on, if these were the rewards. He started to slide off his spandex.

"Oh, and Petey," Mary Jane said, peeling off her tee-shirt. "Leave the mask on."