In a dimly lit room, the Black Widow mourns again. The spider’s black lace garments cling to her curves, as she lies on a bed of silk, awaiting her next prey. A handsome man enters the room, his eyes locked onto hers, and she knows what’s coming. The man approaches her, his hands caressing her body, and she lets out a soft moan. He kisses her neck, and she feels a shiver run down her spine. He removes her lace garments, exposing her perfect body, and she spreads her legs. He moves down her body, kissing every inch of her, and she can’t help but arch her back. He reaches her core, and she lets out a gasp as he begins to devour her with his tongue. The man’s hands move up her body, and he pulls her up into a sitting position. He enters her, and she moans loudly as he thrusts into her. She wraps her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her. The man’s thrusts become more intense, and she feels every inch of him inside her. She reaches her climax, and her body convulses as she cries out in pleasure. The man continues to move inside her until they both reach their ultimate pleasure. The Black Widow mourns again, but this time, it’s a mourning of pleasure.