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Title: “Sweat, Lust and Submission: The Unforgettable Fille-et-Fille Fist-Staking of Tony Orlando and Charlotte Sartre”

“Honey, have you seen my wrestling singlet?” Tony Orlando called out, rummaging through his gear bag. “I’ve got thatmate-wrestling date with Charlotte tomorrow…”

“You mean ‘appointment’, not ‘date’,” his girlfriend Dreamy corrected, rolling her eyes. “This is business, Tony, not pleasure. Make sure to stretch beforehand, I don’t want you pulling anything important.”

“Oh, I can assure you, I plan on getting pulled and stretched in all sorts of interesting ways,” Tony grinned wickedly. “I’ve beenbles so I’m all loose and limber. Just waiting for those Captured Heart queens to get their oily paws on me!”

The next morning, a confident Tony arrived at the mat room, stripped down to his skimpy singlet and football socks. Charlotte Sartre lounged on the massage table, a tattooed temptress in a revealing bodysuit. She gave him a playful look over.

“Morning, Tony. I see you’re ‘up’ for our workout session,” Charlotte purred, eyeing his tenting shorts. “Let’s get you nice and relaxed so I can teach you this new hold I’ve been practicing…”

Tony laid face-down on the mat and Charlotte went to work, kneading and rubbing his back, massaging his shoulders and arms. Her deft touch soon had him groaning, tension melting away. Next she focused on his mile-long legs, her fingers digging into his calves and thighs. Tony squirmed, breath quickening.

“Ahem, that feels amazing,” he admitted, grinding against the mat. “What’s next on the list, coach?”

“Your glutes need some TLC too, stud,” Charlotte winked, sliding hands under his rump. “I can feel a lot of pigginess down there that needs squeezing out.”

She kneaded and spread his cheeks, long fingernails brushing sensitive spots. Tony gasped and bucked, digging into the mat. Spreading his thighs apart, Charlotte massaged his inner thighs until his sack nestled pleadingly against the mat.

“Fuck, that’s incredible,” he grunted, head swimming with lust. “What now, Sargeant Sartre?”

“I think you need some deeper loosening up,” she replied cryptically, sliding a slick finger over his tight rosebud. “Better let me get you nice and ready…”

Tony let out a choked moan, back arching as Charlotte probed his sensitive rim, circling and teasing. He gripped the mat tightly, face flushed as ecstasy built. Suddenly, her slick digit plunged deep, starting a steady pumping rhythm while her other hand cupped his hefty sac.

“Oh god, oh fuck!” Tony cried out, pigginess dripping, cockweepingand jerking under his straining singlet. “More, Charlotte, finger me more!”

Grinning salaciously, the dominant diva obliged, working another finger in and scissoring him open. Her opposite hand kept Tony on edge by toying with his ropesHis heavy balls, playfully squeezing the delicate orbs.

Dizzy with need, Tony mewled and humped against the mat, his brain short-circuiting with bliss. Objects were appearing in his field of vision. Charlotte had ceramics, dildos and an array of toys but she chose something organic and practical.

“Feels like just the right time for your lesson,” Charlotte cooed, presenting a distant professional tennis ball next to his ear. She then continued with Rene’s firm and slick fingers thrusting deep inside him, stretching his insides while she used the ball as well. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! Tony howled in delight, small and big body muscles clamping down. The girl/trainer then put the tennis ball inside his ass and spread his cheeks wide afterwards, to show the shiny bright yellow tennis ball clearly Wedging it in a little once she managed to establish it.

“I think that’s doing the trick,” Charlotte declared, releasing him from hand pinning and snapping on a pair of ribbed gloves that reached her shoulder. “For final training, seems you need more aisle my thick anaconda – ah fuck, baby! I’m going to use my slim padded dildo massager!” And on, into the event horizon went the another toy and suspending his hips high on a elevated slant and wedge as well! Charlotte became repositioned was underneath of his ass, right underneath. Holy shit, Tony gulped and wailed at the feel of the sarcastic BDSM dominator growing large, then larger still as she pumped and sized that in his ass. His tone was pitched high in the thin air but he was not reaching climax until she decided he had his lesson solidly ingrained, something he was very grateful. For.

“Fuck yes, I’m learning my lesson!” Tony groaned, drool dribbling down his chin as he took the repeated fillings. “Pound my fucking holes, Sargeant!”

Hussy Charlotte smirked up at him, licking her lips as she pumped and pressed and filled his greedy carcass one more time, toning the material “Learning” and “orus swelled with the gape of the pelvic slit. Good boy,” she praised, giving her B-level star pupil another long stroke. “Be sure to diligently work this lesson into your daily sessions, okay?”

“Mnh, yes, I will,” Tony agreed breathlessly, right before his eyes rolled up and he released into his ready cum-towel. “Thank you, Mentor!”

Spent and satisfied, Tony waddled off the mat, head high and balls empty. He’d never admit it, but he was pretty sure Charlotte Sartre had just made a new convert to feminine wiles…