Damn that stubborn cobweb, she mutters to herself as she strains upward, every muscle from fingertips to the toes on which she’s poised singing sweetly with barely contained tension. A single drop of sweat snakes its way down the dip in the center of her back, ultimately soaking into her practical cotton panties.
She rocks back on her heels, blowing out a frustrated breath before renewing her efforts, her lips peeled back in a grimace, long strands of rich black hair escaping the confines of her ponytail to plaster themselves on her glistening neck as she tries in vain to clear the new arachnid neighbors who have taken up residence in the vaulted ceilings of the living room.
In the blink of an eye her focus redirects from the stubborn web as a long, hard body presses up against her back, large hands cupping her breasts and holding her upright as she loses the precarious grip she had on her balance. Teeth nip her damp neck as a thick, erect cock nestles itself between her ass cheeks.
Forget the spider, honey, a low voice murmurs in her ear. I’ve got my own web to spin.