Tall, bronze-skinned Michelle Jones snuck into Peter's hotel room, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and determination. Her goal was clear: to uncover the truth about Peter, or more specifically, to prove he was Spider-Man.

When Peter returned to his room, he was oblivious to the presence of his intruder. He stripped off his clothes, down to his snug-fitting boxers, his muscles rippling with each movement. The sight of his half-naked form made MJ's cheeks flush a deep red, her breath hitching in her throat.

Suddenly, his spider-sense tingled, warning him of the intruder. With a swift motion, he yanked open the closet door. Before MJ could utter a word of explanation, he had her wrists and ankles webbed to the wall, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear.

Recognizing Michelle, Peter let out a laugh, his heart pounding in his chest. "Oh it's you." He glanced down, realizing his state of undress, and blushed. MJ, however, was unperturbed. "I knew it," she said, her voice filled with triumph. "You're Spider-Man."

Peter raised an eyebrow, amused. "And what if I am?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.

MJ's eyes sparkled with mischief as she winked at him. "I like this costume too," she purred, making Peter's blush deepen.

Seeing an opportunity, Peter decided to have some fun with his crush. He stepped closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers. His fingers traced the curve of her cheek, sending a shiver down her spine. MJ's breath hitched as he leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss.

His hands explored her body, tracing the lines of her curves, eliciting moans from her lips. He teased her nipples through the fabric of her shirt, making them harden under his touch. MJ squirmed against the wall, her body responding to his every touch.

Peter pulled away, his eyes dark with desire. He knelt before her, his fingers working on the buttons of her pants. MJ's heart raced as he slid her pants down, revealing her lacy underwear. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down, leaving her completely exposed to him.

MJ's breath hitched as Peter's mouth found her center. His tongue danced around her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She writhed against the wall, her moans filling the room.

Peter's fingers found their way inside her, curling against her G-spot. MJ's moans turned into screams as she neared her climax. Peter's pace increased, pushing her over the edge. MJ's body trembled as she came, her juices coating Peter's fingers.

Peter stood up, his dick hard and aching for release. He freed himself from his boxers, his eyes never leaving MJ's. He positioned himself in front of her, his dick brushing against her wet pussy. With a thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely.

MJ's body writhed, her captured limbs struggling to break free as he began to move. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She could feel him hitting her G-spot, sending her closer to another orgasm.

Peter's pace increased, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps. He could feel his own climax approaching, his dick twitching inside MJ. With a final thrust, he came, hard. She cried out as she orgasmed herself.

He collapsed against her, their bodies slick with sweat. Peter looked into MJ's eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips. "So, was I worth the sneak?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

MJ laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Definitely worth it," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "But next time, can we do it without the webs?"

Peter chuckled, his arms tightening around her. "Deal," he said, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.