“Wh—”
With no warning I slam back into her, both of us groaning as I plunge into the depths of her tight, hot sweetness. Then I hold her steady and fuck her with everything I’ve got, turning in a performance worthy of a major award. As we find our rhythm she convulses and sways like a girl possessed, whispering obscenities and encouragement in between her moans. I run my tongue up the tender spots between her breasts, pumping with all the determination of a champion racehorse. I focus on the sensations radiating from my dick, finding a oneness with the zen of the energy building between us. My hands stroke the curve of her thighs as she bucks wildly on me, matching my power with every harder, deeper thrust.
When she comes there’s no missing it. She throws her body forward onto me with a desperate cry, head over my shoulder, hands clawing against my back as I keep on gliding in and out, relentless, relishing the convulsions shuddering around my cock. Her stomach curves in and out like a booming subwoofer, the orgasm washing over her like sea waves.
I let myself feel the pressure of her *, the softness of her breasts, the tightness of her thighs around my waist, and let go of the tension I’ve been clutching since she first touched me. I cum in a hard, pounding rush as she’s letting out the last, gentle moans of a hard fuck. The long breaths of someone returning to their senses.
“Did your research find I’m worthy of my reputation?” I ask after a few moments, blinking myself back to reality as the blood returns to my head.
“That and more.”
A minute later I’m helping her pull those tight pants up the last few inches of her gut-punchingly good ass. I take my time – it’s good enough to make me consider another round already. She turns around and puts a hand against my cheek.
“How about coming back to mine?”
I glance at her with an apologetic shake of the head as I lace up my shoes. “Sorry. I’m heading out to meet a friend tonight.”
She leans up against the door. “Aren’t you tired? All that bench-pressing...I could give you that massage I promised.”
“I tend to make bad decisions when I’m tired.”
“Not going home with me is a very bad decision,” she says, her voice loaded with promises.
“I’m sure it is,” I say, drawing close to her and opening the door a little.
She steps aside, an expression that says ‘your loss’ written all over her face. “You know…”
I pause and turn back toward her. “Yeah?”
“You might want to consider fucking the other half of my class.”
“Why’s that?”
“I really think it’d help them, you know, balance their chi. Give them a better feel for that whole mind-body connection.”
“I’ll take it under consideration,” I grin, breezing out the door. Like I need any encouragement.
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JD grew up in Southern California and now lives with his wife in Venice, CA. JD loves to travel and enjoys surfing, training in MMA and riding motorcycles.
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