Il me fait jouir sur le banc de musculation

The aromatic scent of sweat and musk permeated the dimly lit home gym, the air thick with the humid heat radiating from the body of a fit young man perched on the edge of a padded weight bench. He was a regular visitor to this clandestine space in his parents’ basement, indulging in his secret vices away from prying eyes – but tonight, his illicit activities were about to take a much naughtier turn.

He hadn’t expected her. She crept up on him like the panther she looked like in her skimpy white lace lingerie, a wicked glint in her emerald eyes. Her curves begged to be ravished, barely contained by the flimsy fabric. “Surprise moi,” she purred in a sultry French accent, trailing a fingertip along his chiseled jaw. Her touch ignited his skin like a branding iron.

Marcus swallowed hard, his cock already swelling in his gym shorts at the sight of his childhood friend become lover telling him to surprise her. Surprise her how, he wanted to ask, but the words caught in his throat when sheAC mistook his hesitation as reluctance and flipped the bean bag chair around to straddle his lap, pressing her pert ass into his crotch.

“You want me to ?” he ventured with a grin, wrapping his arms around her petite waist. She nestled into his chest, rubbing her hands tantalizingly across the hard planes of muscles that made up his torso.

“First, I want you to show me what you do down here all by yourself,” Elise breathed hotly against his ear, her tongue flicking out to lick along the shell. “I suspect there’s more to pumping iron than just getting buff, non ?”

Snaking her fingers under the hem of his t-shirt, she traced swirling patterns on his abs, admiring the way his body flexed under her touch. Marcus groaned, his hips thrusting involuntarily against her plush backside. Down, boy, he chided himself. Elise had a way of turning him into a horny, bumbling teenager around her.

Tossing his shirt over his head, he reached to caress her full tits encased in the sheer lace bra, rolling the stiff peaks between his fingertips. “Mmm, mon chéri, yes…You like what you see?” He planted searing kisses down her neck, savoring the sweet, womanly scent that infatuated him. “I want to see all of you.”

Her eyes clouded with desire as she allowed him to help her out of her bunched up panties, baring her dripping pussy to his hungry gaze. She shimmied out of the bra next, freeing her breasts to his eager exploration while she reached for his throbbing erection. A pulse of white-hot need surged through him as her small hand encircled his thick member, stroking firmly from base to tip.

Knowing she like it when her ass was spanked, he bared down on the generous globes with his palm, watching them jiggle from the impact. “Do you like that, ma chérie? Like when I smack your big sexy behind?” He drilled two fingers knuckle-deep into her sopping wet folds. “Tell me how much you want my cock. Beg me toac sate your sweet pussy.”

She bucked wantonly against him, releasing his dick to yank down her panties as far as she could given her straddling position. “S’il te plait, give it to me hard, Marcus. I need you inside me so badly I can’t stand it!” Pinning her flailing hand to the side, she used the other hand to angle his engorged head at her soaked entrance.

Marcus wasn’t about to deny her or himself the pleasure of finally joining as one. With one powerful upward thrust, he was buried balls-deep inside her tight sheath, relishing the slick drag of her walls hugging his shaft. The wet suctioning noise of raw sex filled the room as he pumped in and out of her, hard and fast like she’d begged.

Panting excitedly into his ear, Elise threw back her head with a spine-tingling moan, her copious convulsions squeezing his pistoning cock. The Christine was fucking her and it felt SO GOOD! “Like that, baby? You like getting fucked in aSid way?” Marcus groaned, hammering into her with an almost feral intensity. He could feel his own white-hot release building, his balls aching deliciously with each sharp slap of his pelvis against her jiggling ass.

Elise nodded dazedly, head lolling between her shoulders as he drove her closer to orgasm, her thighs quivering against his hips. “Oui, mon amour, YES!” Her words dissolved into wanton mewling as her inner muscles tightened like a vice on his plundering erection, throwing her over the edge into an earthshattering climax.

Marcus followed her, grunting loudly as his cock jerked and pulsed, spilling thick ropes of cum deep into her fluttering channel. He collapsed back against the padded bench, ISPEEING her sweat-slicked breasts as they heaved in exhausted bliss. “Shoot, that was hot as hell. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have such a freak for a girlfriend,” he panted, still buried inside her Harris quim.

She giggled breathlessly, tracing her nails through the soaked curls covering his chest. “We’re gonna have to do this again soon.” Marcus could only agree silently, still reeling from the intensity of their coupling. Looks like this would be THEM noter regular occurrence whenever Elise wanted to feel him out. Which was A-OK with him.