She Teaches Spidey to Serve

Swinging through the city, feeling so spry,
Spidey met a woman with a glint in her eye.
Black leather, red lips, a dominant stance,
She smirked and said, “Time to enhance.”

“You fight so well, you flip and you spin,
But there’s one great skill you’re lacking within.
All that agility, all that speed—
Yet you don’t know how to serve with your knees?”

Spidey gulped, his mask pulled tight,
This wasn’t a lesson he’d learned in a fight.
“Uh, Miss, I—well, I do my best!”
She laughed and purred, “Then let’s run a test.”

She climbed on top, took her throne,
A lesson in service—no web, just moan.
She grabbed his curls, guided him near,
“Slow it down, make me cheer.”

He flicked, he licked, he learned with grace,
No villain to fight, just lips in place.
His Spidey Sense? Now fully awake—
His tongue? A weapon, for pleasure’s sake.

At last, she sighed, stretched with delight,
“Good boy, Spider—now do it all night.”