The low hum of the air conditioner filled the sterile room, breaking the silence with a cold breath that smelled of disinfectant. Peter was hunched over his laptop, his hands dancing across the keyboard while the screen filled with lines of code at full speed
from hashlib import sha256 def spoof_credentials(user, passwd): token = sha256(f"{user}:{passwd}".encode()) .hexdigest() return token
He typed quickly, without looking at the girl who was seated on the sofa next to the bed, arms crossed. Mary Jane kept her leg swinging and a rhythmic tapping of her heel on the metal, as steady as the buzz of the cold air.
—That assignment must be super fun for you to be so focused—she said at last, the sweet tone varnished with irony. Peter blinked, not taking his eyes off the terminal.
—It's not an assignment, MJ. It's… a favor I'm doing for Benny.
—Oh, sure, hacking the university servers to change grades is more fun, right—she replied, drawing a smile too wide to be sincere. The cursor blinked, waiting for another command. Peter typed another sequence, breathing deeply.
—It's actually not fun; it would be fun if it were hard but the security at this place is a joke. Peter clicked his tongue, the cursor blinking like a metronome in the terminal. —a modular firewall from three years ago and outdated TLS certificates
—he muttered without taking his eyes off the screen—. The IDS isn't even segmented, all traffic goes through a single validation node. This is embarrassing. He typed a series of commands, the university logs moving to a secondary tab.
—A couple of well-crafted injections and it's like entering through the front door with a bouquet of flowers. Mary Jane leaned forward, resting her elbow on the back of the sofa.
"And if they catch you?" she asked. "You'd be the one in trouble." The keyboard made its punctual mechanical sound; the screen changed from a service tree view to a database interface. —Relax —he said, still typing—. If everything goes well, no one will notice. I'm going to create a write queue that disperses in low-coherence windows, I'll use a three-hop proxy and multiply the transaction so it looks like legitimate traffic. In practice, the only thing they'll see will be small differences in maintenance metrics, nothing more. Benny will get his "A" and I can use his car whenever I want. Period.
The progress bar moved slowly, a 47% that seemed to linger on the screen forever. Peter stretched his fingers before returning to the keyboard, easing the tension in his hands. Mary Jane let out a short huff, a mix between a dry laugh and annoyance.
—What a surprise. Benny getting into trouble and you pulling him out. As always.
Peter looked up for barely a second, raising an eyebrow.
—And what do you want me to do? Let him sink?
—Oh, no of course not, —MJ raised her hands in a theatrical gesture, though the edge in her voice was impossible to ignore— because you can't let anyone sink, whether it's your stupid brother or a bleached blonde slut.
That caught Peter's attention, who stopped typing and looked at MJ, who was staring at him with narrowed eyes.
"Are you upset about Felicia?" Peter asked.
"You know other bleached blondes?" MJ said, and although it wasn't a question, the most famous blonde from The low hum of the air conditioner filled the sterile room, breaking the silence with a cold breath that smelled of disinfectant. Peter was hunched over his laptop, his hands dancing across the keyboard while the screen filled with lines of code at full speed
from hashlib import sha256 def spoof_credentials(user, passwd): token = sha256(f"{user}:{passwd}".encode()).hexdigest() return token
He typed quickly, without looking at the girl who was seated on the sofa next to the bed, arms crossed.
Mary Jane kept her leg swinging and a rhythmic tapping of her heel on the metal, as steady as the buzz of the cold air.
—That assignment must be super fun for you to be so focused—she said at last, the sweet tone varnished with irony.
Peter blinked, not taking his eyes off the terminal.
—It's not an assignment, MJ. It's… a favor I'm doing for Benny.
—Oh, sure, hacking the university servers to change grades is more fun, right —she replied, drawing a smile too wide to be sincere.
The cursor blinked, waiting for another command. Peter typed another sequence, breathing deeply.
—It's actually not fun; it would be fun if it were hard, but the security at this place is a joke.
Peter clicked his tongue, the cursor blinking like a metronome in the terminal.
—a modular firewall from three years ago and outdated TLS certificates, —he murmured without taking his eyes off the screen—. The IDS isn't even segmented; all traffic goes through a single validation node. This is embarrassing.
He typed a series of commands, the university logs moving to a secondary tab.
—A couple of well-crafted injections and it's like walking in through the front door with a bouquet of flowers.
Mary Jane leaned forward, resting her elbow on the back of the sofa. "And if they catch you?" she asked. "You'd be the one in trouble."
The keyboard made its punctual mechanical sound; the screen shifted from a service-tree view to a database interface.
—Relax, —he said, still typing—. If everything goes well, no one will notice. I'm going to create a write queue that disperses in low-coherence windows, I'll use a three-hop proxy and duplicate the transaction so it looks like legitimate traffic. In practice, the only things they'll see will be small differences in maintenance metrics, nothing more. Benny will get his "A" and I'll be able to use his car whenever I want. Period.
The progress bar moved slowly, a 47% that seemed to linger on the screen forever. Peter stretched his fingers before returning to the keyboard, easing the tension in his hands.
Mary Jane let out a sharp sigh —Spider-Man— but quickly pushed the thought aside.
Peter exhaled through his nose, snapping the laptop shut. The dry click of plastic echoed through the room like a gunshot.
—MJ… —he began, rubbing his forehead, uncomfortable—. It's not what you think.
She raised an eyebrow, crossing her legs with deliberate slowness, as if to make it clear she had all the time in the world to tear apart his excuses.
—Oh, really? —she said, her voice dripping with sweet poison—. Then enlighten me, Parker. Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you and that blonde are very close.
Peter clenched his jaw. He wanted to snap back immediately, but the way MJ was looking at him —those green eyes sharp, cold, and blazing all at once— forced him to dial it down.
—Listen, there's nothing going on with Felicia —he said slowly, emphasizing every word—. She literally hates me. Every time we talk, it ends with her insulting me.
MJ let out a short laugh, but without any joy —a dry sound that didn't match the crooked smile she was trying to force.
—Yeah, sure, because someone who hates you demands to ride with you in the ambulance —she spat the words, laced with venomous irony.
Peter closed his eyes for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose. He hated having this conversation —he'd never been good at dealing with jealous or angry women, and even less with one who was both jealous and angry.
The air conditioner hissed out another blast of cold air that prickled his skin, but what truly froze him was the way MJ's stare pierced through him. He could feel her patience hanging by a thread, each second of silence tightening it further.
—MJ, I swear to you —he finally said, lowering his voice—. She doesn't like me, and I don't like her. I have no idea what that ambulance thing was about, but I promise you, there's nothing going on between Felicia and me —he added, letting his hands fall onto his knees with a sharp thud, as if trying to end the subject once and for all.
MJ tilted her head, the red strands of her hair falling over one shoulder. She didn't look convinced.
—And you expect me to just buy that? So easily? —her voice was low, but the venom was still there, laced through every measured syllable.
Peter let out a weary sigh, sinking back against the headboard of the bed.
—I promise you, you're the only one —Peter said, his voice quieter now, almost a whisper, as if he didn't want to break the fragile tension completely—. I'm not cheating on you with anyone.
She looked at him like someone trying to read the last layer of a lie —her gaze drifted from his mouth down to his hands.
"I believe you." MJ said it almost involuntarily, as if saying it out loud cost her more than keeping silent. Peter looked at her, surprised by the small, fragile word hanging between them.
—Thanks —he murmured, not knowing what else to say.
—I don't like being jealous —she admitted honestly, standing up from her chair and sitting on the bed—. It makes me feel ridiculous.
Peter watched as she lay down, resting her head on his lap. He had to move the laptop quickly to keep it from hitting her.
"Besides, I always forget what a terrible liar you are," MJ said, laughing softly to herself. "You could never cheat on me."
"Hey, I'm not that bad," Peter said, setting the laptop aside.
He placed it carefully on the nightstand so it wouldn't fall, then looked down at MJ, who was gazing up at him from his lap with that half-smile of hers —equal parts teasing and tenderness.
—Of course you are —she shot back playfully—. You get stiff, avoid eye contact, and scratch the back of your neck every time you try to make something up. You're like an open book in giant font.
Peter rolled his eyes, though he couldn't help but chuckle softly.
—Then I guess I'm lucky I've got nothing to hide from you.
MJ raised an eyebrow, toying with the hem of her shirt as if she were calculating her next verbal strike.
—You'd better be —she murmured, closing her eyes for a moment, enjoying the position.
The air conditioner hissed again, spreading a chill that contrasted with the warm, soft heat of MJ against him. Without realizing it, Peter began to run his fingers gently through her hair —an automatic, almost unconscious gesture.
She sighed, relaxing, letting the tension slowly fade away.
—You know what the worst part is? —MJ said suddenly, without opening her eyes.
—What? —Peter asked, curious.
—That even when I'm mad at you, I still want to be here —she replied.
Peter smiled, looking down at her.
—That's not the worst part, MJ —he said. —That's the best.
MJ opened her eyes and looked at him again, this time without reproach, and sat up from his lap until they were face to face.
Without thinking much about it, Peter moved his hand to her face, brushing it gently as he leaned in slowly, pressing his lips to hers and kissing her softly. The kiss quickly deepened as Peter's hands slid around her body, pulling her closer, tightening their embrace.
"Wait, wait—" MJ said suddenly, pulling away.
"What's wrong?" Peter asked, dazed, his mind still half-lost from the sudden end to their kissing.
"What did your doctors tell you about…"
"That I'm in perfect condition, and they're just keeping me here for observation," Peter said quickly.
"Good," MJ said with a mischievous smile, stepping back from Peter for a moment and hopping off the bed, heading toward the door.
At that moment, Peter heard the faint click of the lock turning, the sound confirming the door was now secured. Then MJ walked over to the chair where her bag rested, reached inside, and pulled out a strip of condoms.
"For someone who came here thinking I was cheating on you, you came pretty prepared," Peter said.
"what can I say, Aunt May always says it's better to be prepared for everything" said Mary Jane with an innocent smile that contrasted greatly with what she had in her hands.
"god sold to Aunt May" Thought Peter
MJ jumped quickly onto the bed, resuming her kissing session while Peter's hands began to roam her body, feeling her skin through her clothes. Moving his tongue, Peter slowly introduced it into MJ's, who made a surprised expression, but that expression softened instantly. She moved her tongue with enthusiasm and entwined it.
The temperature inside the room slowly rose with sweat starting to appear on both of their skins due to the heat that both entangled bodies brought, but neither stopped or pulled away. Unable to bear it any longer, Peter put his hands on her waist and lifted her, turning her over and throwing her onto the bed.
"Haa" MJ cried out in surprise at the sudden action, but before she could say anything, Peter pressed his lips against hers in another kiss. Closing her eyes, MJ embraced Peter's waist with her legs, with no intention of letting him go, while he began to roam her body with his hands, starting at her chest, then her waist, passing over her soft thighs, and finally her buttocks.
He could feel the elasticity of her chest and buttocks despite the clothes. Her buttocks deformed each time he moved his hands, changing shape every second. "Anh..." MJ moaned softly and shuddered beneath Peter, who, thanks to his enhanced sense of smell, could smell as the moisture began to accumulate in her pants.
Without much hesitation, Peter slowly moved his hand from her belly, lowering it little by little, unbuttoning her pants, and putting his hand in. "Ahh" she released another moan at the moment of feeling his fingers beginning to touch all her femininity with his fingers passing through her pubis and lips, reaching her clitoris, and beginning to play with it.
"Ahh, Peter, ahh don't play" Protested Mary Jane, but Peter just smiled mischievously while moving his hand gently, and without Mary Jane noticing, moving from her belly and slowly raising the other hand of Peter, he slipped it under her shirt and bra, beginning to massage her breasts and kiss her neck.
The arms of MJ then wrapped around Peter's neck, pulling him closer with eagerness, and soon Peter could feel her body become rigid suddenly while his hand felt how she became more wet.
"wait, wait" said Mary Jane as she adjusted a little "we can do this here"
Peter then thought about the cameras he knew were in the room, but at that moment, they mattered little more, concentrating on the ardent redhead in front of him.
"calm down, I locked the door with the latch" Peter whispered, closing the distance between their lips again, and, with a gentle push, Peter laid her on the bed. The mattress sank under the combined weight of both. Mary Jane felt a mix of excitement as he positioned himself between her legs. At the same time, the free hand of the woman began to pull on the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head and then lowering it to the floor before also removing her bra, revealing the woman's C-cup breasts that proudly pointed towards the ceiling.
Following her example, Peter lifted his shirt over his head and, without concern, threw it across the room.
"You're beautiful" said Peter, pausing for a moment and running a hand over the redhead's face, who only smiled at the compliment.
"shut up and kiss me, tiger" was her only response as she lowered the hospital pajama pants and underwear of Parker and observed his bulge. Beginning to rub and caress Peter's erection, who, face down, caressed the soft mounds of Mary Jane's flesh and sucked her firm nipples.
With a movement, Peter removed his girlfriend's jeans and tore off the soaked underwear, beginning to caress her wet folds, sinking his fingers into MJ's pussy, flexing and scissoring them. "I want you inside me," said the redhead between gasps "I need that cock!" Peter pulled away, taking one of the condoms and quickly sliding it over his erection.
And once put on, he pounced on her. Her warm thighs opened for Peter. He only had to penetrate her.
"don't hold back," said Mary-Jane.
Peter moved closer to MJ's hot and burning pussy, rubbing his length against her wet lips. That drew him in. Her soft, yet deceptively strong, thighs rubbed against Peter's ribs. She pushed him closer to her interior.
His penis rubbed against MJ's warm lips and slid closer. Her center pushed him in. Mary Jane lifted her hips from the bed, but Peter stopped her.
"No," said Peter. "Good things come to those who wait."
Mary Jane bit her lip, increasing her allure by ten. "I don't want to!"
Peter smiled, and each rub at her entrance made the redhead get more excited thinking about what would happen. Damn, it excited him too!
Little by little, he introduced more of his throbbing member into MJ. She clung to Peter to encourage him to penetrate her slowly.
"Good," purred Mary Jane.
Peter smiled, feeling MJ grip him tightly with her warm pussy. He held onto Mary Jane's legs and stood up before penetrating her more deeply. They met, thrust for thrust, and Peter gained momentum.
MJ almost lost control with Peter's nipping at her neck. She hugged him tightly, her warm pussy rubbing against his intrusive penis. They met, hip to hip. Mary Jane let out a cry of pleasure when Peter lifted and dropped himself onto her.
Those pulsing and hard balls hit Mary Jane at her wet center. She clung to Peter's back, and he penetrated her even more. Their warm bodies connected in a passionate display. Peter held her by the hips and continued penetrating her tight body.
"Yes," said Mary Jane.
She could feel her orgasm rising and gripping him. Peter penetrated her, palpating her body. How soft she felt under his hand. Her firm breasts reacted to his touch. Every time Peter squeezed her nipples, Mary Jane seemed about to lose control. Peter stood up almost completely and plunged his hard cock into her wet center.
Mary Jane arched on the bed and wrapped her legs around Peter. Peter responded by massaging them, which triggered a burst of passion in Mary Jane. Her last orgasm hit her hard. Peter stood up and dropped himself inside her. Each time those pulsing testicles hit her, Mary Jane enveloped him with her tight walls. She exploded with Peter's thrusts.
"More, please, more," said Mary Jane.
Her body shuddered under Peter from the last orgasm. Peter sped up and plunged his hard cock into Mary Jane's body. She took him in. Her legs tightened more around Peter as he penetrated deeper into her body.
"Yes, right there, darling, hit me hard," sighed Mary Jane.
Peter noticed that she had had a tremendous orgasm. He leaned down and kissed her. Mary Jane returned the kiss, running her tongue along Peter's gums and putting it down his throat. She tried to penetrate his tonsils with her tongue just as Peter penetrated her.
He pulled away from Mary Jane, and she moaned.
"Pete!"
Peter indicated to Mary Jane to turn over on the bed. The tempting beauty positioned herself on her hands and knees. She put them on the bed, smiling as she prepared. Her wet pussy opened for Peter's consumption. All he could do was push his hard cock inside her.
He did, sliding his enormous shaft into Mary Jane's tight pussy. Peter grabbed her by the hips and began to massage her. Mary Jane clung to the bed, closing her eyes. The more Peter penetrated, the better it felt. It was incredible to feel such an intense sensation.
"Just talk to me and be careful."
Mary Jane noticed that her hands were starting to slide under the bed. Blushing, Mary Jane pulled away, just in time for Peter to test her resolve with a brutal thrust. His long cock plunged deeply into her.
Peter rode the wet pussy of Mary Jane for a while longer before stopping. He ran his hands down Mary Jane's back, making her shudder. He pretended to reach for her breasts, but decided not to. Instead, he pulled away and cupped Mary Jane's ass, squeezing it.
"Damn!" sighed Mary Jane.
"Peter, Peter, yes," sighed Mary Jane with all her might.
Peter simply crushed her with more speed. He knew the end would come sooner or later; he just hoped Mary Jane would be in one piece when it did.
Peter slowly stroked the redhead's hair before pulling on it. He pushed up and penetrated Mary Jane's trembling pussy. He rocked inside her with a series of fluid thrusts, each of which drove his hard member deeper into her body.
"Go on," said Peter. "Come for me, come for me hard."
Mary Jane wasn't going to argue. Her body betrayed her and almost sank into the bed. She paused while Peter continued to penetrate her with his cock. Quickly, he sped up the pace.
Peter rode her to a huge climax and chained it with another. He was almost done.
Mary Jane was excited at the prospect.
Peter enjoyed the warm embrace of Mary Jane. He pushed forward and backward against her, thrusting into her warm and tight depths. Mary Jane gripped Peter tightly.
Mary Jane thought she would die from so much pleasure. Peter exercised her firm body. And perhaps they were just warming up.
"Don't hold back," said Mary Jane.
"Try to hold back," Peter joked.
Peter sped up the thrusts until he reached climax. Mary Jane screamed in pleasure.
Mary Jane found herself thrown on the bed, drenched in sweat. Peter was still coming and clung to Mary Jane, sinking deeper into her female depths.
A few seconds passed before Peter separated from Mary Jane, smiling at the same time. He let her fall onto the bed.
"How was that?" asked Peter.
Mary Jane managed to sit up, wrapped her arms around Peter, and kissed him.
"Amazing," said Mary Jane. "I really needed that... but I hope you're ready for more."
The redhead stood up, straddling his lap, and writhed on top of Peter, and his penis quickly became hard again, showing Mary Jane how much more he desired. She smiled and moved closer to him.
"What do you think?" asked Peter.
She smiled and grabbed him before pinning him to the bed and kissing him intensely. Peter grabbed her nape, and both kissed passionately while caressing each other's bodies.
Mary Jane found Peter's love muscle and prepared to take him to the maximum. Their kisses continued for a moment after, before Mary Jane pulled away and kissed his muscular body.
Her warm lips were a true pleasure as they descended down his body, and she approached his swollen member. After kissing him all over the body, Mary Jane stood up completely and prepared to ride him.
'Second round.'
This time, Mary Jane would lean over Peter.
Peter lay back to enjoy the feeling of her tight pussy enveloping his hard member. Mary Jane began to ride up and down, slowly at first, and gaining momentum.
Without saying another word, Peter grabbed Mary Jane, and the fun continued throughout the afternoon.
Luckily, nothing interrupted them until they finished. Peter spent the afternoon completely inside his girlfriend while she rode him as if there were no tomorrow.
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