Miguel exclaimed, "How the hell did you find this ou- ¡Dios Mío!" in utter ecstasy as he felt your deft fingers caress the tiny slit on the back of his hand where his glowing red webs come out.

Your face is buried in Miguel's neck, planting soft kisses as you teased the slit with the pad of your thumb.

The best finding since discovering Miguel's new weak point was once accidentally brushing your hand against it.

“Why it feel so-…oh, mi vida don’t stop..” Miguel whimpered.