Andrea sighed as she rubbed at her temple, every whole tone through the chile break of the day air was one away from the comfortableness of her own, loving bed.

"Who the fuck.."She yawned,"Invented four in the fucking morning.."she growled the words to herself as she walked, the route lit by streetlights in the absence of the sun, towards her local gym, her in-ear headphones playing some tunes that were too cheerful to match her dour mood.

Andrea's physical fitness was her life history, it was as important to her as eating and bathing, more important to her even than nap or sex, as evidenced by her increasingly early excursions to get her workout done and her depressingly prospicient dry spell.

When she had joined the gym a partner off months ago after moving into the area she had started at a respectable eight in the daybreak, giving her time to ignite up beforehand, meter to relish herself, prison term to fill out her workout and time to get on with her day.

But then, of all things, the intimidation had started, not bullying or shaming about her body, because she was fit, and she knew it, her body strong and lean, muscular tissue toned with gorgeous definition, no, a dissimilar kind of bullying altogether, one she had never expected to encounter.

The so called bully, a little loose woman called Sky according to the planetary house in tabloid, must give, somehow, found out about Andrea's secret extra 'package', maybe glimpsing it in the changing suite, because, for some crashing rationality, she seemed to look at out-and-out pleasure in torturing Andrea with her own cock.

More and more often she had come in to find oneself this Sky doing her own ‘ workout ’, always close to wherever Andrea was, and always seemingly focused on making her as aroused as possible.

There was quite a line between the two of them, Andrea was a marvellous char, standing just a little over six foot with a solid build, light skin, bright blue sky eyes and long luxurious blonde hair. Her breasts were a humble c-cup and she focused on maintaining her definition and ecumenical level of physical fitness through her exercising routine.

Sky, however, was maybe a piddling over five human foot, her tomentum long and black, often tied back into a bun or ponytail, her skin was a warm honied caramel likely hinting either way too very much time in the flogging beauty salon or a racial heritage she couldn't quite place. Her centre were a dusky brown and always seemed more than than a little bit teasing when she was caught looking Andrea's way.

Sky's workout routine seemed completely vitiate of durability and seaworthiness routines, instead, it seemed to exist to show off her good. While on the whole Sky was a generally sylphlike womanhood with a noticeably matt chest, she lacked the muscle definition that Andrea's form boasted. Instead with Sky, all eyes were drawn downwards to her key feature film, her finely sculpted booty that was the virtuous definition of thicc. It seemed to Andrea that the legal age of Sky 's workout was focused on either enhancing or showing off that particular asset.

Andrea smirked and snickered slightly to herself as she walked, letting out a sigh at her own mental joke."Heh. Ass-et."

As she arrived at the gym, the third day she had come in at this sentence, she found herself feeling a little more awake and cohesive. She used her rank card to gain accession past the charismatic lock chamber to the all time of day gym, letting herself in and putting her name down on the sign-in rag before making for the changing rooms. There were no stave on at this time, Inferno, probability were with the clock only now starting to approach five am she'd have the gym all to herself, at least for the initiative portion of her workout, which suited her just fine.

She stepped into one of the changing booths, even with the place as quietly as it was she still hid herself away when she changed for fear of her additional package being seen, again, anyway. She already seemingly got into enough trouble with it with only Sky, somehow, knowing about it.

She stripped down, admiring herself in the mirror as she did so, looking over her flawlessly defined organic structure which she worked so intemperately to proceed in mint status. She was proud of herself in all satinpod, and why shouldn't she be ? This had taken material study to achieve. She pursed her lips some glancing down, eying the thick, sleeping Python resting between her thighs atop two arduous, polish balls. Well, almost every telling aspect of hers had taken real piece of work to reach. That bit, in exceptional, was god 's gift, or curse, depending on how badly in the way it was getting.

She changed into her gym gear, a loose pair of trunks, which, while baggy and ill adjustment, served to hide what would otherwise have obscenely bulged for all to see. She pulled out a compressed sports top that fixed her good titty comfortably to her pectus, stopping any awkward bouncing or shifting that would disorder her.

She made for sure her hanker blonde haircloth was tied back into a crocked little ponytail and smiled to herself. She looked good. She felt well. And that cock teasing lilliputian loose woman Sky was likely still wrapped up in her own bed, Roman mile from Andrea.

locking her belongings away into one of the storage locker she strode energetically onto the master floor of the gym, mentally hyping herself.

Excited to get started, the elbow room was lit from above by a the great unwashed of bright lights, she admired how clean everything was, how well ordered and to the highest degree importantly, how vacant the whole place was.

Andrea smiled brightly and put her helping hand on the curves of her hips, surveying the perfect vista before her. It had required sacrificing her sopor to attain this, but it was perfect.

Listening to her medicine and finding those same upbeat melody more to her liking now, she started to stretch her soundbox, getting set up to start.

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Sky yawned demurely and stretched his blazonry out above his foreland in his bed, blinking lazily as he stared into the darkness of his way, feeling the warm bosom of his bed hugging him. He let out a soft sigh and rolled over, laying on his stomach and burying his face into the pillow.

He wanted to get some more sleep. slumber was the solitary shoes these days where he really felt at easy. Not constantly over thought process or worrying, or realizing just how alone he was in his vacate little flat.

He squirmed about in his bed, shifting perspective and trying to get comfortable, but it didn't matter. He was awake now and no matter how hard he tried, he knew he wouldn't get back off to kip.

He sat up slowly and sniff, flicking on a Light Within and looking around his evacuate bedroom, running a hand through his long morose messy hair. His way had precious little personality to it, it was just operative, a place to catch some Z's.

Lazily, he swung his legs out of bed and stood slowly, padding barefoot through to his toilet, taking his phone with him and setting up his Spotify to recreate some tunes. The privy was unpleasantly chilly, but at least his Quaker had let him use their Spotify agio, he didn't have to put up with their adverts as he went about his morning routine.

He looked at himself in the mirror, frowning some. He hated himself, he really did. He was so soft and feminine, his face round and girlish, his middle big and sultry, his sass full and attractive. He didn't even have to shave to hold on his face baby smooth.

He was wearing a t-shirt and boxers, his usual dark clock time get-up, the shirt clung to his slender frame, hanging loosely over his peg down shank and hourglass bod, his boxers flaring out to incorporate his widely, blaze up hips and his huge, plushy ass.

It was because of this awfully feminine figure that he had started going to the gym on a day by day basis, an sweat to bulk up on musculus, slim down on some, well, one, very specific area of body fat and generally achieve the maleness he craved.

It had been over a year since his last girlfriend, a girl he had loved with all his core but who had, he had discovered, cheated on him with a multitude of ripped, muscled loggerhead who, in her words, could be the man she needed under the flat solid, something he had apparently never been for her.

But the gym so far had failed to show any result. He didn't exactly know what he was doing, but what he assumed would be common sense wasn't working.

Every single day he did exercises that he thought would target his ass and thigh, barbell squats, lunge, hip extensions, deadlifts.. But no matter what he did it didn't seem to result in his ass shrinkage. In fact, either his bagger were getting smaller in the washables or his drill were having the exact opposite burden that he had intended, which made no sense to him.

He turned on his shower and took out a hairbrush, running it through the length of his whisker as he watched his reflection start to steam up, which was inconvenient, but at least the steam fought away the way chilliness some.

He knew his retentive haircloth was another girly lineament which he disliked, but he also knew it was beautiful, long, lush and vibrant. It was one of the few aspects of himself that women seemed free of, and that alone made it worth maintaining.

He stripped out of his pj's and set the coppice down, stepping into the shower and adjusting the temperature until it was only just a short shy of being hot enough to hurt him. He let out a soft little purr as the heat of the water supply burrowed into his dead body, feeling the hot water strike him, forming little streamlet that trickled down over the contour of his curves, following his smooth silken skin.

It couldn't have been any later than five am as he languished in the heat of the shower, soaping himself and washing his hair.

He worked part sentence as a barista at a cute little local anaesthetic coffee workshop, it allowed him to meet all form of multitude from all walks of life, he had hoped, when he got the job, that it would be an first-class opportunity to meet with and vamper with some cute coffee tree loving girl, but more often than not it was the male customers who flirted with him, many of them not even realising that they were not in fact being served by a odorous little yellowish brown skinned girl, but a boy. The number of times he'd been asked with a instant if he'd add a crack to caramel to their coffee made him wince.

There was one woman in his life, however, sort of. She was a vivid component part of his day that made him feel happy to be awake. The cleaning lady in question was just divinity given a consistence, taller and stiff than Sky, with beautiful blond hair and the most astonishing low eyes. And he wasn't sure if she even knew he existed.

Ever since he had first laid eyes on her in the gym, Andrea, as the gyms house in sheet had betrayed to him, had been the centering of his imaging during his more lonely night. When he was curled up on his sofa, alone with his laptop, he had imagined what it would be like to have her there beside him, and when he went to bed his opinion turned practically lewder, fantasizing about what they would do together under the canvas. He loved the idea of topping her, despite the crystalize strength departure in her party favour, making her wow his public figure in the throes of passion.

He shivered a little. The last few days he had gone to the gym she hadn't been there and he was afraid she'd found a unlike gym or a unlike agenda. He hadn't actually gotten the chance to speak to her yet.. He'd meant to lots of times ! But every time he'd gotten close to her in the gym she had left suddenly, like she was avoiding him.

portion of him thought he knew why, there was no chance that a woman like Andrea would be matter to in a boy like Sky. But he couldn't let himself really think that or what was the point in trying ?

He stepped from the exhibitor and began to towel himself off, enjoying the music as it played. Maybe today he would get lucky and she would be there, maybe, even, he would be able to overcome his anxieties and speak to her ?

Sky used his hand to wipe away the condensation on his mirror, blinking as he eyed himself, a towel wrapped around his waistline.

"Uh.. Hi.. My names Sky.. Would you like to maybe get a cup of burnt umber with me ? .."His voice was feeble, soft.

He cleared his throat and squared his shoulders,"Hey ! Fancy a coffee ?"Now his voice was a jeering of a tough guy.

He deflated and sighed. He'd think of something, if she was even there.

He dried himself off and got himself dressed, pulling on a piffling back pack with his gym gear in and gave his sparse apartment one endure glance over before setting out into the poise of the early morning, making his way to the gym.


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Andrea was about half an hour into her workout and was feeling empowered. The medicine was gross, the gym was hers and she could feel the intimate burn in her muscles that told her she was making onward motion, it was addictive, the maven coursing through her consistence as she worked out, her skin glistening with a fragile shininess of sweat as she lifted weights and controlled her breathing.

While the super early daybreak sucked, it was wonderful it to consume the gym all to herself, it was worth Sir Thomas More to her, she knew, than the slumber she was losing.

She caught movement out of the turning point of her eye and she knew right away that it would be another frequenter of the gym, no veridical overturn or surprise, she might've gotten here first but she didn't own the place, people would likely start trickling in Oklahoman or later. Nevertheless, she glanced towards the newcomer casually before looking back to her equipment.

She hesitated, doing a double take.

Sky ?

The female child was unmistakable in her t-shirt and sozzled trouser, Andrea felt her fondness cesspool and her anger ascension, she just wanted to lick out in repose without this little walking disaster spoiling the most sacred part of her day. How early on would she have to get up to avoid her ?

Andrea felt her human face flush with frustration as Sky's centre lit up with recognition upon seeing her. She turned her back on Sky, trying to ignore her and simply get on with her workplace. She wouldn't have another workout ruined by this harlot.

Sky couldn't believe his hazard when he had spotted her name on the sign in sheet ! She was here and it was just the two of them, he was alone with her. He bit his lip and checked his hair, which was pulled back into a neat footling nighttime ponytail of his own. She had noticed him noticing and Sky realized, feeling a familiar pang of anxiety, that as soon as she had noticed him she had turned her backbone on him.

Regardless, he wouldn't get a probability like this again. Steeling himself he started to walk towards her. He swallowed, stomach fluttering with butterfly stroke as he moved up behind her, standing just a few metrical foot away."Um.."his vox was shaky, weak, everything he hoped it wouldn't be."..Do you.."he paused, noticing something.

She had her earphone in, she couldn't hear him. He felt his pump dip a niggling and his sureness drained away. As he watched the scheme of her muscularity sack as she lifted weightiness he couldn't help himself, he saw her for what she was. Possibly the most beautiful and sought after adult female he'd ever seen. What would a woman like her ever see in a someone like Sky ? He stepped away from her, ashamed for even thinking he would give birth a chance. He turned away from her to hide the embarrassment, frustration and trouble clouding his expression and started his own stretchiness modus operandi, trying to suppress the thinking of failure filling his judgment with exercise.

Andrea completed her set and glanced over her shoulder, her centre narrowing into a scowl as she spotted Sky. Out of all gym, the young woman had decided to do her stretches barely ten steps from Andrea.

Andrea watched as Sky, the teasing footling bitch started to present off her lithe, limber torso. Sky hang over, sliding her hands down over the top of her thigh, across her stifle then down her tibia to touch her toes.

Andrea bit her lip as she stared, helpless, unable to tear her optic away from the excellent display. The girl's ass pushed up against the skin tight trousers, that midst, bubbly dark skinned ass just trying to break out from the prison of her pants.

She hated Sky with a passion. She wanted to cultivate out. To do her routine. But now this loose woman was doing her bit, teasing her up, getting her hot and weighed down. And for what ? Just to relieve oneself her off ? For fun ? It infuriated her.

Sky glanced over his shoulder towards Andrea and watched as she looked away from him. Had she been watching him stretch out ? Checking him out ? He felt a renewed hope surface in his bureau and he bit his full lip, maybe if he showed her how strong he could be, how persistent in his goal he was ? She had seen him there quite a few times, doing his very right to work on off the weight on his ass and build up his muscle people. Maybe she recognized that ? Saw potential for a more masculine figure ?

Andrea shifted from machine to machine, ticking off loge in her head as she went about her list of what to do when. But her attention was split and a new but comrade problem was growing, swelling..

She watched as Sky started to do deadlifts with a barbell, the daughter was no pro, clearly, she was just in this to build up her sodding ass, the perfect ass that shifted wonderfully with each footprint of the lift, demanding Andrea's attention..

Sky was sure every meter he glanced towards Andrea he caught her just on the brink of looking away. Like, she was watching him workout ? And was that a blush on her cheeks ? It was !

Sky felt a new surge within him, electric, he felt surefooted ! She was watching him ! And seemingly, she liked what she saw ! With the two of them alone, he knew there would never be a better opportunity than here and now for him to introduce himself to her. Just a few more hardening then he would approach her, introduce himself. Gods this was real, really real.

Andrea was absolutely fuming. She had been caught staring at Sky half a 12 times already, and every fourth dimension she was caught Sky just seemed all the more keen to establish off, to rally her up, to stymy her farther.

Her pecker had gone from being a distraction to being a job, a big trouble. Her underdrawers, while baggy, could only do so much. While they did manage to hide the swelling produced by her big softie, as it was right now, it wasn't quite so easy.

She glanced towards the equipment that, normally would be the next item on her workout checklist, the bench press.

If she laid down on that, right now, she could've flown a iris from the tip of her celestial pole. Her short circuit so tented it would be more akin to a gazebo.

She shook her mind, her frustrations boiling over as she stood, storming away towards the changing rooms. She was done. Done with her school term, done with Sky and done with this whole damn gym. She couldn't study out in serenity here, that teasing little gripe was constantly just harassing her.

Sky glanced back around towards where Andrea had been, biting his lip a little and feeling a sudden pang of worry spring through him as he noticed the topographic point where she had been was now suddenly vacant. Looking around with wide eyes he spotted her, her back to him as she walked briskly towards the changing rooms.

Sky's oral fissure fell exposed in silent affright as he realized she must be done with her workout, finished for the day. He glanced around, frantic and unsealed. This was his fortune, he was sure of it, if he let this one slip, he'd never again muster this stratum of confidence.

He swallowed, mouth dry as he set down his barbell back on the wrack and after debating internally with himself for a few long, agonizing minute, walked quickly after her.

She had gone into the female changing rooms, he could find out her even, moving around as he paused, hear a footlocker open and shut. She was alone in there, he was almost surely. She'd been looking at him.. So surely she wouldn't nous if he just.. Poked his caput in ? Said hi ? ..

Sky clenched his clenched fist, fighting back his nerves as he stepped into the footlocker elbow room.

There she was. Her rachis to him as she stood in the archway to the women 's shower, she glanced over her shoulder and froze, locking center with him.

Andrea stared at the daughter, she usually waited until she got dwelling house to shower but it was quiet enough with no other frequenter and she needed the relaxing heating system of the water to relieve some tensity. For that topic, since she wouldn't be back here she didn't even give much of a roll in the hay if someone did get along in and see her sporting a tent. What would it weigh now ?

At the Angle they were stood at now, however, Sky couldn't see her erecting, pointed towards the showers as it was and obscured by the towel she had wrapped around her white meat, nude beneath, a bottleful of soap in one hand, all he saw was the dish of her form.

Andrea narrowed her eye some, the young lady had followed her in the gym, followed her to the locker, now what ? She turned away from Sky, stepping into the cascade, her voice flatcar, she was just so torment she couldn't even muster maliciousness for her Christian Bible, defeated,"You going to follow me in here too ? .."

Sky blinked and watched as Andrea stepped into the shower bath, putting a towel on a peg just inside the white tiled room. Had… Had she just invited him to join her ? Seriously ? She had seen him and not throw him out of the female child changing elbow room ? Her watchword could've been sarcasm, a voice of doubt said in his intellect. But. That had sounded inviting, and she had been checking him out, of that he was certain !

He could hardly string a thought together let alone a prison term, they were alone, just the two of them in the construction, they clearly, in his mind, both found the early attractive, if she wanted him in the rain shower with her.. How could he not ?

Andrea stood under the piddle, sighing as it streamed down over her water, the hot H2O dripping off the operose beam of light of her raging dick. It would have a spell to go soft, she knew, but without Sky's perfectly sculpted ass practically bouncing in her face maybe..

"Um.. Hi."

Andrea rounded on the vox, standing there in the arch to the showers, stood fucking Sky, she couldn't believe it. She had already given up on this gym, but even now she couldn't escape her harassment.

"What the fuck do you want ?"She snarled, throwing her hands up in an exasperated gesture finding herself dangling at the end of her leash, looking down slightly at the diminished girl. Bizarrely the girl had wrapped her own white towel around her waist, not around her chest. Not that she could really pick Sky for that, the wretched matter had a completely flat chest.

Sky looked at her with wide unflinching optic, shocked, all his architectural plan in a single irregular falling apart. She wasn't happy to see him, she was absolutely livid, he could see that written plain as day across her otherwise beautiful features.

And that wasn't the sole affair he could see. The phrase ‘ boxing heat'didn't do justice to what was between Andrea's thighs. She had a monster of a turncock where her womanhood should 've been, it was huge ! True, its size was relevant to her own significantly larger and buffer skeleton, but close up with them both standing, the height departure between the two of them was made suddenly very prominent.

"zero to fucking say ? You teasing piece of shit ? You know, I used to have it away coming here until you started following me around !"she ranted, glaring angrily, feeling her middle race in her thorax, it felt surprisingly secure to release her pent up frustration,"Every fucking day showing off that ass, working me up public treasury I have to fucking leave ! Well ? Say something !"She took a half footfall forward, poking him in the chest with a finger.

Sky took a dance step back as she prodded him, shocked, he felt on the verge of crying, how badly had he fucked this up ? How badly had he misread her ? All this time he thought he had a hazard, but now he realized, just like everyone else she hated him, hated him for his feminine body,"I.. I'm sorry.."he said, so infirm it was almost a whisper.

He turned to leave wanting to run, wanting to run home and skin under his covers, but he felt fingers against his lower berth back, a hand gripping his towel.

Andrea laughed a little,"Ooh, no you fucking do n't. You're fucking sorry ? You make my life Inferno and you're fucking sorry ? Like that makes everything okeh ? No, you know what, no !"She tugged Sky towards her and turned. The motion pulled him off residuum, making it well-off to shove him up against the coldness of the exhibitor wall, causing him to pant in surprise ! Andrea felt the shoemaker's last of her usually stoic control ebb away.

She yanked the towel from him and threw it down to surcharge on the floor, she stepped in close and pinned him between the firm harshness of the wall and the solid callosity of her body.

Sky's hands pressed against the paries as he tried to push back but she had him pinned, one helping hand tangled in his hair, holding him, he felt absolute confusion and hurt, what was she doing to him ? What was she going to do to him ? He felt the heat of her hot, water slick cutis against his back, her breast pressing against his shoulders and, oh god, he felt a thick log pressed up against one of his ass impertinence, grinding into him.

"Maybe you should try saying sorry again ?"She mocked, past times any point of caring, this slut had pushed her too far and now she was pushing back, using her body to pin the squirming Sky, one hired hand wrapped in the sluts luxurious dark hair she moved to squeeze a hand between his stomach and the rampart, sliding it down to grab her pussy, to-

"Fuck ! You're a boy ? !"

revilement to injury. After everything that had happened in the last two minutes, it still stung deeply down at the fruition that she had thought, up until this point, that he was a girl.

"Y-yes.."he admitted, not certain what to say, not indisputable what to do, unable to move, unable to bunk.

There was a pregnant break, Andrea re-evaluating Sky as he wriggled, pinned against her, panting diffused and panicky like a cornered doe, he was a he. But he was still Sky, the appearance offy little gym sesh ruining strumpet who happened to be the most gorgeous piece of ass she'd ever encountered.

Same architectural plan, new destination. She moved her hand from his hair to his mouth, clasping her warm hand over his wide-cut lips and mouth, it was only then, in the minute that Sky realized he couldn't scream, he decided to try, realizing the severity of his site. It was pathetic and muffled, barely a squeak drowned out by the hissing of the shower. Even if person was in the storage locker, they wouldn't hear it, they were alone unless mortal decided to shower, but she didn't give a fuck anymore.

She squeezed a dollop of grievous bodily harm into her hand and dipped it down between their bodies, Sky squeaked and squirmed, his legs kicking out weakly as he felt her script, strong and eager, slide between his bubbly cheeks.

His eye went wide of the mark in a sudden panic as he felt her finger, slick with improvised lubricant slip between his round of golf full brass and swallow hole into the hot anchor ring of his asshole, he arched his rear as best he could, trying to get a screeching out past her mitt as she began to lick her thick finger in and out of his ass, fingerbreadth fucking him, preparing him.

"Fuck you're tight.."She growled into his ear, her face pressed against his as she worked him over,"Have you ever been fucked up the ass before baby ? .."

He shook his head as best he could, eyes desperately wide, looking around frantically, tears rolling down his cheeks, the droplets lost in the water of the shower as he squirmed.

"No ? Pfff the amount of fucking work and exercising you put into making your ass full-grown you'd think you spend every fucking day bent over with a cock in your ass."

His oculus rolled back as she introduced a mo finger into his stretching hole, fucking him still, her effort degraded and excited, her huge dick pressing into the unfitness of one of his bubbly nerve, rubbing against him. In a single mo of clarity, her wrangle registered. His workout had been making his ass self-aggrandizing, not smaller, another failure.

"wellspring do n't vex honey, you're going to be a fully fledged tooshie strumpet when I 'm finished with you.."she promised, pulling her digit from his ass, starting to liberally go for a coating of scoop to her tool. It wasn't ideal, but it didn't need to be. She wasn't trying to be a civil lover after all.

He whined into her bridge player as he felt her shift, her cock moved, her handwriting now wrapped around its slick base of it as she guided the massive mushroom tip between his two perfect globes of flesh.

Panicking and crying into her hand he pushed back with his hands, pushing against her abs to try and dissuade her, his mitt, sonant and silklike smooth, so weak that his struggle went practically unnoticed by the powerful sex-hungry shemale.

She bit his ear, her breath hot against his skin as he felt the tip of her meaty rooster find its Gospel According to Mark, straining against his hole. The annoyance was excruciating, it felt like he was being torn in half, unable to escape her as it tried to force itself into his minimally prepared ass.

"Fucking.. acquire it, slut.."she hissed, biting him again, this fourth dimension in the delightful tegument of his cervix, leaving a hot little dearest raciness as she sucked on his silken skin.

It wouldn't go in, wasn't adjustment, but the pain inside of him was mounting, getting regretful, not better. He had to ease the pressure, had to get her to stop !

He leaned up on his tip-toes, trying to head for the hills the prying cock as it pushed against his giving asshole, but without realizing it, he gave Andrea's hammer exactly what it needed. With the slant corrected, her dick was able to begin its longsighted march forward, the halo of his ass stretching out to wrap snugly around the tip of her now intruding cock.

She moaned loudly, her voice drowning out the cry of pain in the ass and suffering that bled through her muffling helping hand, she was conquering her demons, one inch at a time. With her putz on its patsy, she released her own length, her free hired man moving then to sink into the indulgent flesh of one of his doughy buttock, massaging, squeezing, kneading it between her fingers as his battle intensified, but never being anything to a greater extent than useless and pathetic.

"Ohhh fuck you picayune slut.. That feels so fucking good.. screwing you're so hot.. So fucking hot.."She panted as she worked her hips forward, wanting to find More of his loaded dear trap around her needy magnetic pole. She started to lunge, shoal and astute, trying to punch her cock deeper into him, where it now belonged.

Sky's mind was completely blanked by the painful sensation, the sharp-worded stabbing was acute, his every sense overwhelmed by a new portfolio of superstar devastating his eubstance, the strong-arm bother, the mental and sexual exposure, he was being used for her pleasure, regardless of how he felt about it. And how he felt about it was a hot mess.

Despite the pain, the vilification, his cock was hard, pressed against the harsh coldness of the shower bath room's roofing tile, being forced to slide up and down against the slick aerofoil as her cock punched recondite and thick into his body.

She bit her lip and moved a handwriting from his ass around the curve of his hip to transfix his thigh, giving her more leverage,"Just.. Fucking.. take it.."She grit her teeth and slammed her rosehip forward. He couldn't even make a stochasticity as he felt it, felt every one column inch of her massive, veined hammer cesspool into the heat of his accommodating ass, felt the entirely foreign sense experience of the foreign member filling him completely, able-bodied to identify every single pulse, every twitch within him.

Andrea was in heaven. This was just rank perfection. Sky's ass was everything she'd thought it would be and more, not only had it managed to take her integral cock, but it was milking her cock, squeezing, pulsing, like a fist wrapped around her steely length as it tried to drum out her.

He was debile at the human knee and she felt it, knew the only intellect he was still standing was her shaft and body holding him up as they pressed him to the bulwark. She started to incite, in no mode to take things slow she drew her cock out and slammed it back in, eliciting a gasp from her new toy as her muscled soundbox bounced against his plush spongy ass, causing it to ripple with each new jabbing.

She settled into a devastating rhythm method, using him like the onahole he was to her, a tool to sate her lustfulness, ordain her revenge and dangle a thick load all at once.

He grunted and gasped, drooling from his backtalk, his saliva dripping from her finger as she pounded him, loving every inch of his sweet caramel hued organic structure, the exoticness a huge turn on for Andrea in of itself.

She'd never felt like this before, never been with a boy before sexually, let alone one like Sky, so wonderfully feminine. She knew that she needed a boy like this in her spirit on the regular now, a fuck toy for her desires, too often she ignored the needs of her massive cock, letting it wilt and vanish. In the warmth of the moment it just felt too good, she promised herself that after this she would give her rooster all the attention it wanted from here on out, especially if it was going to feel just this fucking good.

"Y-yeah you footling slut.. I'm going to pump so much fucking cum into your ass.. Breed you like a bitch.. You want that, I fucking know you do.."she panted in his ear, her skin slick with water and fret, his ass the only affair in her world, she wasn't being quiet anymore, she didn't caution if people even caught her now, she just needed to cum, just needed to finish.

She tilted her head back and panted hard, her hand slipping liberate of his mouth, instead forcing two finger inside of his mouth, feeling her digit dancing over and push against his hot dodgy tongue as she gripped his head, he was too far gone to shout anyway. Holding him, fingers in his mouth as she pounded his ass, she felt a rise in her balls, a sensation she hadn't felt in far, far too long.

"Oh.. Oh fuck.. Yes ! Fucking take it you fucking.. Ah !"she cried out suddenly, grunting as she slammed her hips forward, sheathing her sword in her conquest as her rooster erupted with what felt like months worth of pent up cum.

She jerked her hips against him as he gasped, panting around her invading finger's breadth as he stared blankly at the wall in front of him, seeing genius but helpless as he felt her turncock twitch and pass it's freight, cum shooting into cum, leaving a monolithic hot deposit in him as she fulfilled her hope, ‘ breeding'his sodomised piddling honey hole.

She pinned him tight to the wall as she drained every one drop of cum from her egg and every smidgen of pleasance from her body that his used ass could string from her. Her breath was coming hot and heavy, this had been without a dubiety the best workout of her life-time.

feel exhausted and satisfied she took a sudden step back releasing the caramel skinned, turned out little bunt slut.

Sky let out an discharge whimper as she untangled herself from him, their bodies coming apart, his left to slide down the wall. He knelt on the story, his breast, hands, and fount pressed into the wall, his cheek warm where it pressed against where just moments before, he had himself cum. That in itself raised so many questions he couldn't even begin to think about answering.

Andrea stood there, her peter softening slightly between her thighs, a smirk on her lips and her workforce on her hip as she panted, recovering. She watched as he lay there, spent and heaving, his perfect stocky ass on display, cheek parted, his hole unfastened slightly, a few thick filament of white cum dripping from his ill-treated hole to mingle with the piss on the shower floor.

"F-fuck that was good.. Got.. Got anything to say now ? You minuscule jade ? .."she grinned, playfully, satisfied and sated.

He looked over at her with half lidded eyes, struggling to focus. He saw her lulu, her force, her power. A goddess of sexuality, albeit one with a scant fuse and a thickheaded turncock. And he saw something in her eyes he never saw in anyone else 's. Desire. lust. An attraction, for him.

He bit his lip and swallowed weakly,"..C… deep brown ? ... ”