They act before he can

A thick black metal cable wrapped around Peter’s chest, pinning his arms against his body leaving him helpless to defend himself against the intruder. He blinked trying to see who it was and saw the familiar white hair of Felicia Hardy, better known as the black cat. She walked over to him in her tight leather suit the zipper on the front pulled down far enough to reveal enough cleavage that he thought he might get lost in it. Peter fought the urge but still found himself staring at her breasts.

Felicia let a gloved finger slip under Peter’s chin and made him look up into her deep emerald eyes, “Well I see your interests still haven’t changed, have they Peteboy?” She slowly ran her hand down his chest and rubbed the thick member in his boxers, “Nope seem to be just the way I left you.”

Peter groaned as he tried to pull away from Felicia. She only loved the part of him that was Spiderman last time so why would it be different now? Her gloved fingers wormed their way into his boxers and nimbly wrapped themselves around his thick cock causing Peter to moan softly.

Cat leaned against Peter her breasts pressed to his chest and her hand still keeping it’s grip on his shaft, “Peter Parker,” She whispered into his ear before giving it a soft nibble, “I don’t want you to wear the spider on your chest for our little romp this time. I want to scream Peter Parker’s name instead of Spiderman’s.”

Peter moaned and gasped as Felicia started to jerk him off. He soon found his lips pressed against hers and **** open by her tongue. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and he tasted the spearmint toothpaste that she had used that night. His attention was split between what was happening in his mouth and what was happening in his boxers.