Her screams came in waves. Each thrust drove the air from her lungs, each withdrawal drew a gasp. The ribbed walls of her spider pussy worked his shaft in continuous, rolling milking waves, each ring gripping and releasing, the sensation building with each stroke.
He leaned over her.
His clothed chest pressing against her human back, his coat rough against her pale skin. His mouth found her ear.
"Your pussy is milking me," he grunted between thrusts. "Every ring. Every ridge. Gripping my cock like you were built to squeeze cum out of me."
"Mmph... hnnngh...!"
She couldn't speak. Her mouth was open, her tongue out, her saliva dripping onto the floor. Her spider body was shaking, the silver fur rippling with each impact, the segments compressing and expanding around his thrusting cock.
"You were built for this," he continued, his hips driving harder. "This body. This pussy. These rings. Built to grip a cock. Built to milk it. Built to take cum."
"Please... haaangh...!"
