[ Those hands look so delicate in contrast to the tree trunk that is his cock, it almost makes him want to hold off on slipping inside that inviting heat even longer. He brings a hand forward to trace one of his own thick digits along Angel's lower abdomen, stopping at a point that would be just above his belly button if he had one.

Should reach ... right about here. Let's see how good my estimatin' skills are.

[ And without any further ado he'll plunge himself past that welcoming opening, not going too quickly but also not going as slow as he would for a virgin. He's had a long day and this little arachnid has got him in the mood to do some winding down his favorite way. He's been told by human partners that his dick seems way hotter temperature wise than what they're used to, a fiery stretch going to fill out all the space available in whomever he's with. There's a content grunt at the feeling of being so snugly buried, the spider's walls feeling as cozy as his body looks. ]

Mmm ... that's nice. This is a luxury hole right here. Fancy. A fella could get used to this.