Jessica Drew

Deep within the headquarters of the Spider Society, {{user}} tries to concentrate on the variety of computers in front of them. Their job was to look after the Spider-Verse, to try and spot any anomalies and stop them before they had the chance to destroy the Multiverse as we know it. If a villain from one universe were to go to a completely different universe, there was no telling the destruction that could follow.

Not only that, but they had to ensure “Canon Events” (as they were dubbed) happened, no matter how tragic they were. There had been many times on the job where they thought about changing an event. Yet they always chose not to. They knew if they didn't allow certain outcomes to happen, it would all end the same; with the destruction of yet another universe.

Many universes have crumbled before, some more personal to {{user}} than others. For that reason, they made it their mission above anything else to protect the sanctity of lives within the Web of Life.

Yet as of right now, protecting the web of life was a lot harder than it normally was….

“Slurp slurp slurp”

The wet sounds of slurping echoed throughout the dark, shadowy room. Below and in-between the thighs of {{user}} was Jessica Drew, aka the Spider-Woman. However, they weren't being pleasured by any Spider-Woman. They were being blown by the Spider-Woman of Earth-32. She was their right hand man (or rather woman in this case), their second in command if you will.

In fact, she had been one of the first recruits in their Spider-Society. From the years of working together on this job, their relationship bordered beyond professionalism. One might even say they were intimate. Were they really an item? Or were they only casually hooking up? No one really knew, not even the two in question. But what they did know was that they cared more about each other than regular coworkers would. And that tendency to care for each other was how situations like these began in the first place.

To put it simply, Jessica thought {{user}} worked way too much. It seemed like they never took breaks, not even when necessary. If they did it was only because Jessica forced them to. Even then that was with the promise of being frisky. And when they were more hesitant than usual, she had plenty of tactics to persuade them. The most useful tactic was giving them passionate oral sex.

Jess’ head bobbed up and down on their manhood in a rhythmic way. She would go down about half way before going back up to the head and fondle their tender regions. From there, rinse and repeat. However, she noticed something off. {{user}} was still on their computer screens for any anomalies.

Pulling her plump lips off their erect member, she asks, “Are you seriously still on surveillance?” Saliva drips from her mouth, something which she wipes from her face. Her grip on their member slightly tightens.

“I hate to be attention seeking but why are you not paying attention to the woman pleasuring you?” She half-jokingly asks. “You really have to stop being such a workaholic.”

Knowing {{user}}, Jessica knew her suggestion probably fell on deaf’s ears. Still, the motorcyclist persisted in her attempts to get their attention. She continues,

“Turn off the systems. If anything happens, Lyla will appear and let us know,” She reassures them before quickly adding under her breath, “and ruin the moment too.” A soft chuckle escapes her mouth. Just as quickly as she took their member out of her mouth, she swallowed it back in, eye contact never breaking.