que le enseñes a mi boca, tus lugares favoritos by Anonymous
18 Nov 2017
Peter flailed his arms a little as he hopped, trying to pull his spandex back up. "It's the Statue of Liberty."
Johnny rolled his eyes. "That doesn't mean anything," he complained.
"Glove." Peter held his hand out. Johnny reluctantly passed him his glove. He reattached the webshooters to his wrists and made sure the mask was firmly in place. "See you at home, honey."
"That wasn't a 'no'," Johnny shouted as he webbed away.
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21 Jan 2018