Fresh silk sheets cool against hot skin in into the spider verse gwen stacy. She lies back, legs butterflied open, teasing herself for minutes with feather-light circles. “into the spider verse gwen stacy,” she sighs, “please into the spider verse gwen stacy.” The slow torture builds until she finally shoves four fingers inside, screaming “into the spider verse gwen stacy!” over and over. Her whole body convulses in the longest, wettest orgasm yet, soaking the sheets with endless “into the spider verse gwen stacy”.