Gym sex

There's a saying that goes , "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

But the real meaning is, "A well-fed man is strong and healthy, so he can have a satisfying time with you."

After finishing my military service, I found a job as a programmer at a small company, working on a project.

After six months in an office, I noticed my waist had thickened, my buttocks had grown larger, and my muscles weren't as toned as they were during my military service. I decided to find a place to exercise.

My workplace was in a suburban area, and a gym had been added to the rooftop of a commercial building.

The gym had several treadmills, weight training machines, dumbbells, and even a small aerobics room.

Female employees from different companies in the building hired an outside instructor to take yoga classes.

Aside from class time, the rhythm room is usually unused.

Besides the basic equipment, there's also a shower room, so it's quite well-equipped.

I initially went running there, and occasionally did some weight training.

However, programmers' schedules aren't very fixed; if I worked late, I was too tired to exercise.

But I still managed to go at least two or three times a week. After a month or two, the results were noticeable. Although my weight wasn't as low as it was during my prime, I was more muscular than when I was in the military. I guess I had more fat, and it was hard to lose it through exercise. But it wasn't bad, so I wasn't too concerned. I could only convince myself that I was stronger, even if it meant I couldn't wear many nice clothes anymore.

I went to exercise after work, and it was actually not bad. While running, I could even sneak peeks at the yoga class.

Aside from the yoga instructor being a mature woman, several of the students were quite attractive.

One of them, named Xiaoqi (I only found out later), particularly caught my eye.

What does Xiaoqi look like? Honestly, she looks a bit like the actress Feng Zhen.

How to put it? She has big, round eyes, is about 160cm tall, and speaks in a soft, sweet voice. If she were to act coquettishly, it would be easy for her to ejaculate. Of

course, her figure isn't as skinny as an actress; she's a bit more curvy, which is considered acceptable by today's standards for women.

Besides that, what's most special about her is her eyes. I always feel like her eyes are smiling. No matter when I look at her face, I feel like her eyes and expression are subtly smiling. Girls like that are the most dangerous; a bunch of men in the building are captivated by them, and I often see a swarm of flies fawning over them.

My ex-girlfriend wasn't that type, so I didn't find anything special about her like others did.

After I started exercising, I saw yoga classes a few times, and I couldn't help but feel itchy.

Yoga poses involve bending the body on the ground, and the curves are fully revealed by the tight-fitting clothes. Women, even if they already have a great figure, will still feel that their figure is out of shape. The people

who come to the classes aren't bad-looking either; they just need to maintain their figures.

So, the rhythmic music classroom was practically overflowing with springtime scenes.

One pose, like a caterpillar, with chin and chest touching the ground and buttocks raised high, the tight pants even tighter, pressed against a group of hot girls, seemingly shimmering under the lights, telling the men outside, "Come at us from behind and fuck us hard!" The other poses were even more outrageous—like frogman exercises, with chests thrust out, legs spread wide, thighs stretched out—each one made me uncomfortable.

Running with my pants so tight was not only uncomfortable but also unsightly. I was terrified they'd come out after class, scream, and drag me to the police station as a pervert. That would be awful; I really didn't want to be locked up and stuffed with corn… I couldn't even imagine how terrifying that would be.

Even so, I still watched them, openly observing their classes. However, near the end of each class, I would quickly take a cold shower to release my pent-up emotions, lest I let my lust cloud my judgment and do something unforgivable.

The gym was actually an illegal structure on the rooftop, and it didn't cover the entire roof, so there was still plenty of space there for things like the building's water tanks and pipes.

Since my floor doesn't have a balcony, I have to go up to the roof to smoke if I want to. When I encounter bottlenecks in my programming, I often spend half an hour upstairs. My colleagues are used to it; these kinds of jobs are all about accountability—as long as something's done on time, that's fine, and the company doesn't really care.

One day at noon, after lunch, I wanted to go upstairs for a smoke.

I prefer to find a quiet place, so I usually find a spot on the edge to sit down.

That day was muggy, overcast, and looked like it was going to rain. After smoking one cigarette, I still felt a bit stuffy, so I got up and walked around.

While swaying, I suddenly heard a muffled groan, and it was a woman's voice, coming from the other end of the machine room.

My heart skipped a beat. What was going on? Why would there be a woman in the machine room at this hour? I slowly walked over to peek.

To my surprise, it was Xiaoqi hiding behind the wall, masturbating! I thought to myself, "Oh my! You always seem so innocent, but you're actually quite slutty..." Not wanting to ruin things right away, I hid behind the wall to watch what she was doing.

I saw Xiaoqi leaning against the wall, her shirt still on, but all the buttons were undone, and her front-opening bra hung diagonally across her chest, half-covering her C-cup breasts.

Her left hand slipped inside her right bra, kneading her nipple forcefully. Xiaoqi's bust was of average fullness, but the overall shape was quite good. Her nipples were not only small and perky, but also slightly upturned, as if saying, "Come and eat me!" So alluring.

Her wheat-colored but fair skin had the healthy elasticity of youth, making me want to grasp it full with my large hands and knead it vigorously.

Then I shifted my gaze to her lower body.

Her knee-length accounting skirt was pulled up, and her black lace thong couldn't conceal her beautiful figure.

Her private area was already glistening; it had begun to wet.

Lustful love juices moistened Xiaoqi's fingers as she kneaded.

This slut's pubic hair looks like it's been specially groomed; I wonder how many men have used it… Seeing this, my penis is painfully hard, and I really want to take it out and release, but I'm holding back because what she's about to do is only fueling my lust… Xiaoqi takes a vibrator out of her pocket, pulls her skirt up even higher, and her long, shapely legs are fully displayed thanks to her high heels. Then, she stands by the wall, pulls her thong down to her knees, puts her left hand on the wall, and bends down. At this point, I finally see her buttocks.

Because yoga has a butt-lifting effect, Xiaoqi's buttocks are shaped like a full, firm peach.

Clearly, fingers are just the beginning; they're far from enough.

She seemed quite used to using the vibrator; she skillfully placed it against her genitals, her whole body shuddering slightly before she let out a muffled groan and began to enjoy the sensation.

At that moment, all I could hear was my pounding heart, the buzzing of the motor inside the vibrator, and Xiaoqi's soft breathing.

A wicked thought crossed my mind. I took out my newly bought camera phone and started filming this beautiful scene, all the while observing Xiaoqi's physical reactions.

After a few minutes, her movements quickened, a light layer of sweat appearing on her buttocks and thighs, her cheeks flushed, making her even more adorable.

Her breathing turned into heavy, continuous panting.

His body began to tremble slightly, and the muscles in his calves were visibly straining, with faint blue veins bulging out.

Just as the climax was about to arrive, I lunged forward violently and slapped her hand away from her genitals.

Startled and with her thong at her knees, she lost her balance and was about to fall when I caught her from behind with my legs, wrapped my arms around her chest, and could still feel her smooth skin and the rhythm of her soft breathing.

While enjoying the touch of her beautiful body, I took out the video I had just recorded, pressed play, and Xiaoqi lowered her head in shame, but that couldn't stop her aroused panting from coming through the speaker.

I breathed into her ear, asking, "Are you sexually frustrated? Do you want all the men in the building to know what you're doing? Do you want all the men to come and fuck you?" Xiaoqi shook her head violently, but how could she escape my clutches? I turned the phone volume up even louder, while my other hand moved restlessly down to her nipples.

Instantly, her still unsatisfied body heated up again.

Not being kind, I brought her close to another orgasm before cruelly stopping.

After being pushed to the peak twice and then pulled back down, Xiaoqi was so angry she was about to cry, saying, "You...you bad man...what do you want?..." I wanted her to say those words herself; then I would have achieved half of my goal.

I placed her against the wall, pulled down her thong, crumpled it into a ball, and put it in my pocket. In a commanding tone, I said to her, "Looks like you'll need to find an excuse to work overtime tonight.

See you at the acrobatics class at seven. Take off your bra.

If you're not on time or don't listen, tomorrow everyone will see videos of XX company employees masturbating on the rooftop online, hehehe.

" With that, I turned and went downstairs without looking back, leaving Xiaoqi silently crying in the corner.

Actually, I had a reason for doing this. Lunchtime was already short, and if I didn't let her go home soon, her colleagues might come looking for her on the rooftop, which wouldn't be good.

Besides, it was Friday, and there were no classes on the weekend; everyone else in the building usually went home to spend the weekend.

Until the manager came to turn off the lights at 11 PM, I believed that with my abilities, I could make her feel like she was in heaven, and then take her home for the weekend. There was no need to risk playing with her now.

I was only betting three things: whether she dared to come, whether there were people in the gym who could satisfy her, and whether I could satisfy her.

All afternoon, I couldn't concentrate on anything. My penis was as hard as an iron rod, but I didn't want to relieve myself.

Ever since breaking up with my ex-girlfriend when I was in the army, I've mostly relieved myself or paid for it. After starting work, my hours were even more irregular, and I've always taken care of myself. I finally got to sleep with such a delicate and slutty woman, why should I do it? Just bear with it... just bear with it... Normally, I'll leave work around 6 PM. I pretended that I still had something to think about and stayed at my desk, saying goodbye to my colleagues.

After everyone had left, I slipped into the gym to check things out.

Sure enough, the lights were off, and there wasn't a soul in sight.

I turned off the lights at both exits to make it seem like the gym was deserted today.

It was seven o'clock, and I slowly went upstairs, pondering how to deal with Xiaoqi.

I entered the gym, locked the door, and found the lights in the dance studio on. Xiaoqi was standing in front of the mirror, oblivious to my presence, seemingly lost in thought. Was she planning how to please me? That would be perfect; I could forget about everything else, hehe.

Thinking this, I approached her from behind and hugged her, slipping my hand inside her shirt to see if she remembered what I'd said at noon. So

what if she didn't? She'd just be the one I fucked harder later! Sure enough, Xiaoqi was obedient and actually took off her bra for the date. But as soon as I hugged her, her body trembled, and tears streamed down her face.

"Waaah... What? You're going to do this... Please, spare me... I... I can give you money..." No matter how much she cried and begged, I was already hard-pressed. I wouldn't let her go until I'd fucked her until she was completely exhausted.

"Don't think too much. Let me have my fun, and I promise I'll delete the video. After that, we'll go our separate ways.

" Sure enough, when she heard me say that, she calmed down, leaving only occasional sobs.

"Let's cooperate. Didn't you want it to be interrupted at noon? I promise I'll make sure you're satisfied too. Maybe we can even be fuck buddies in the future..." Her face started to turn red, and she nodded. It seemed I could fulfill my dream tonight, to have sex with such a beautiful girl in the dance studio.

Starting from behind, I gently bit her earlobe, then lightly kissed her cheek. She turned her head and French kissed me.

In close contact, I smelled an unknown fragrance about her, which made me feel full of energy.

My hands didn't stop either, pulling off her shirt. Xiaoqi, who wasn't wearing a bra, was now only wearing that short accounting skirt, weakly supporting her last bit of dignity... Unfortunately, behind that fragile dignity, what awaited her was a rough, dark evil.

I began to fondle her breasts with both hands.

Just as I had observed at noon, they were full and youthful, without the slightest sagging.

My hands are not small; I could easily pick up a basketball, but it was just right to cup her breasts from below. As

I vigorously kneaded them with both hands, my thumbs and forefingers rubbing those two luscious grapes, Xiaoqi's reaction changed. Even the slightest touch made her whole body tense up.

I figured I had found her erogenous zones, and it was time to reward her.

I turned Xiaoqi around so we were face to face.

My left hand continued to stimulate her nipple, while I used my mouth on the other.

When my nose pressed against her breasts, the faint scent of milk, mixed with the smell of sweat from the day, became an aphrodisiac.

I gently bit her nipple, then alternately circled it with my tongue. The rhythm classroom wasn't air-conditioned, making it a little stuffy, and tiny beads of sweat eagerly appeared on Xiaoqi's breasts.

I sucked deeply on her breast, creating a strange taste in my mouth, a mixture of saltiness and fragrance. I loved this feeling. When my tongue touched Xiaoqi's nipple, the rough surface of my tongue rubbed against her tender nipple, and a tingling sensation spread from her nipple throughout her body.

Meanwhile, my right hand pulled up her skirt and began to play with her clitoris and vulva.

The simultaneous onslaught of two pleasures resulted in Xiaoqi's first orgasm. "I can't take it anymore~ It's going to break~ Ahhhhhh~" Completely powerless to resist, Xiaoqi involuntarily climaxed.

I hadn't expected her to be not only so horny, but also so sensitive.

Slippery, lustful fluids covered my hands; bringing them close to my nose, I detected a faint, indescribable scent.

I laid her on the ground, removed her accounting dress, and broke down her last barrier, exposing her beautiful petals to the air, opening and closing.

Her breathing was disrupted after the orgasm, her chest heaving violently, her wanton yet helpless appearance arousing a man's instincts.

"Now comes the main event..." I thought to myself.

I carried Xiaoqi to a pile of cushions, inhaling the scent of the forbidden zone, and then slowly inserted my penis into her honeypot. Although Xiaoqi sensed the impending danger and tried to escape by swinging her legs, I held her slender legs with both hands, and coupled with the weakness after her orgasm, it was all a waste of effort.

Because of the wetness after her orgasm, I was able to more easily penetrate the forbidden area little by little.

My penis isn't particularly long, about 17cm, but it's incredibly thick; I could barely grip it with my hand.

The glans is about the size of a ping-pong ball, and the crown is like a mushroom. When it goes in, it's fine, but when I pull it out, the scraping sensation against the tender flesh inside her vagina is incredibly pleasurable. No woman can withstand such intense penetration for more than ten minutes.

At first, Xiaoqi's vagina just barely gripped my glans, but it got tighter the further in I went. At the very end, the tender flesh kept contracting and sucking on my glans. At that moment, I really wondered if I had encountered the legendary "masterpiece"? Unfortunately, she was already powerless to resist, but the honest pleasure from her body allowed her to express her unwillingness with only soft moans.

I chuckled inwardly, "This is just the beginning... She can't even handle it after it's inside, how good will it be later? I really can't predict..." Thinking this, I began my piston-like movements.

At first, I only pulled out slightly, then slowly pushed it all the way in.

Then I increased the amplitude with each thrust, gradually increasing the speed.

By the fifth time, when I was almost completely out, and then thrusting it all the way in again, Xiaoqi could no longer express her feelings with just low moans.

Her beautiful body lines began to contort, her mouth wide open like a goldfish, inhaling and moaning.

"It's so...so swollen...how...so thick...don't move anymore...pull it out..." I thought to myself, "Forget about saving face now, let me push harder, and she'll be begging me not to stop later.

" I slowed down and pulled my penis out first.

When it came out, there was a "pop" sound like a bottle being opened, my penis covered in Xiaoqi's vaginal fluid, trembling straight up.

The shiny glans was menacing, eager to enter that sucking hole again.

I lifted Xiaoqi's body up, making her into an inverted L shape, intending to enter from behind.

Xiaoqi's hands were on the railing of the mirror, her hair falling down from her shoulders, revealing her beautiful back and slender waist.

Compared to noon when she was still clothed, the lines of her waist and back were now fully visible. Her back, without any blemishes or imperfections, had smooth and healthy skin that shimmered like beautiful satin.

I couldn't resist bringing my nose close to hers and rubbing it against her, making her ticklish and wanting to laugh but unable to.

I scooped up some fluid from her wet vulva with two fingers, confirming that it was slippery enough for me to explore further without injury, and then, in one go, I thrust in and out forcefully once more.

The rear-entry position allows for shallower penetration, but visually, it's much more stimulating than the missionary position, especially in a room with mirrors on three sides. Whenever I thrust deeply, her breasts sway dramatically. Besides my back, from the front, left, and right, you can see our bodies intertwined, creating the illusion of countless couples having sex around you.

And when I reach the deepest point, my lower abdomen bumps against Xiaoqi's buttocks.

Looking down from above, the color isn't actually that dark; it's more of a pale shade.

One hand supported her waist, while the other pressed and kneaded her buttocks forcefully. He felt her vagina tighten even more, the firm muscles providing a pleasant sensation. Excess flesh peeked out from between his fingers, leaving red palm prints as he released his grip, intensifying his sense of conquest.

The pleasure was like a whirlpool; when it reached its peak, Xiaoqi's mind couldn't resist her body's honesty. Accepting it meant falling to the bottom of the whirlpool…being swallowed by it. After the second orgasm, the third followed immediately.

I couldn't believe how quickly it had come between the two, and my accumulated pleasure had reached its limit; I was on the verge of ejaculation.

"Ah~ Ah~ It's coming again, faster~ Faster~ Give me one more time~ Oh~" Xiaoqi knew her body's condition and that only the man behind her could push her into the hell of sex, so she started to respond with words.

"Can you cum inside?" "No~ Cum outside~ Anywhere is fine~ Don't cum inside..." I teased her, slowing down a bit. She seemed annoyed by the slowing down and started to wiggle her hips. I pulled out a little more and stopped.

"Ah~ Don't stop..." She sighed in frustration, pulling her hips back, but I followed suit. She cried in frustration.

"Shoot inside, it's okay if you shoot inside~ you bad man..." To prevent the pleasure from being interrupted, she had no choice but to succumb to the fear of pregnancy from internal ejaculation and agreed to let me ejaculate inside her.

After getting her consent, I continued the previous actions, pushing the pleasure to its maximum extent and speed in one go. The air was filled with the sounds of "slap? slap?", the sounds of flesh colliding.

Suddenly, Xiaoqi's hands went limp and fell down, her hands flat on the floor, and her entire lower body muscles began to contract. Feeling her body's reaction, I buried my glans deep inside, at the very depths of her vagina. A surge of heat rushed towards my glans, and her vagina tightly gripped my penis, there was a suction force at the deepest part of her vagina, like a vacuum.

After accumulating for a long time, thick semen erupted from my urethra, once, twice, three times… The pleasure was like an addiction, constantly surging up my spine, numbing my brain, making it completely incapable of thinking, as if I were suffocating.

Deep within my body, stimulated by this, I let out a long "Ohhh," and began to writhe, instinctively trying to break free, but I held you tightly from behind.

Besides, it was you who was tightly sucking my cock, you slut! Even after ejaculation, my penis continued to throb inside you, the scalding semen mixed with vaginal fluid slowly flowing from our point of union, sticky and forming a long, glistening trail as it dripped down.

That night, she went home with me. The weekend's debauchery left me with no choice but to take Monday off to rest at home. Our casual sex relationship progressed quickly; we knew every part of each other's bodies intimately. I even gave her anal sex and enemas. We had sex in many places—in buildings, in the suburbs, in movie theaters—we tried almost any place that offered stimulation. We maintained this casual sex relationship for over six months, until my project at that company ended and I switched careers, after which we rarely contacted each other.

After each time we had sex, she would always say she had never seen such a muscular man as me.

That was the first girl I met at the gym.

Although she already had a boyfriend, their relationship was limited to a transaction of money and sex. At the same time, she revealed to me that at least three men were pursuing her simultaneously (I've always been skeptical about the exact number she didn't mention), meaning she was juggling four men (me? I don't count; I was just a casual sex partner).

Did I ever consider pursuing her? She was good-looking, sexy, and charming; we were sexually compatible, weren't we? The answer is no.

Because I saw through her true nature. She used her natural advantages as a woman to juggle four men. Her supposed boyfriend was quite wealthy, providing far more financial support than I, a recent graduate engineer, could ever hope to match.

And her attitude towards him was the same as the other three—he was always kind and attentive to her.

She accepts gifts from everyone; I once saw over ten designer handbags that people had given her at her home.

However, her cold attitude remained unchanged. I asked her about it, and she said her supposed boyfriend had been pursuing her relentlessly, and she couldn't stand it anymore, so she made a bet with him: if she lost, he would become her girlfriend; if she won, he would never bother her again.

She lost, but she remained cold towards her boyfriend. I have absolutely no idea why, since we were just friends with benefits.

As the saying goes, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

Actually, what follows that sentence is, "Only when a man is well-fed and strong can he have a satisfying time with you."

After finishing my military service, I found a job as a programmer at a small company, working on a project.

After sitting in an office for six months, I noticed my waist had thickened, my buttocks had grown larger, and my muscles weren't as toned as they were during my military service, so I decided to find a place to exercise.

The company I worked for had a gym on the rooftop of a commercial building in the suburbs.

The gym had several treadmills, a full range of weight training machines and dumbbells, and a small aerobics room.

Female employees from different companies in the building hired an outside instructor to take yoga classes.

The aerobics room was usually empty except during class time.

Besides the basic facilities, there's also a shower room available, so it's quite comprehensive.

I initially went running, and occasionally did some weight training.

However, programmers' schedules aren't very fixed; if I worked late, I was too tired to exercise.

But I managed to go at least two or three times a week. After a month or two, the results were noticeable. Although my weight wasn't as low as it was during my prime, I was more muscular than when I was in the military. I guess I had more fat, and it was hard to lose it all. But it wasn't bad, so I wasn't too concerned. I just told myself I was stronger, though I couldn't wear many nice clothes anymore.

Exercising after work was actually quite good; I could even sneak peeks at yoga classes while running.

Besides the yoga instructor being a mature woman, several of the students were quite attractive.

One of them, named Xiaoqi (I only found out about her later), particularly caught my eye.

What does Xiaoqi look like? To be honest, she looks a bit like the actress Feng Zhen.

How to put it? She has big, round eyes, is about 160 cm tall, and speaks in a soft, sweet voice. If she were to act coquettishly towards you, it would be easy for her to ejaculate.

Of course, her figure isn't as thin as an actress; she's a bit more curvy, which is considered acceptable by today's standards for women.

Besides that, what's most special about her is her eyes. I always feel like her eyes are smiling. No matter when I look at her face, I feel like her eyes and expression are subtly smiling. Girls like that are the most dangerous; a bunch of men in the building are captivated by them, and I often see a swarm of flies fawning over them.

My ex-girlfriend wasn't that type, so I didn't find anything special about her like others did.

After I started exercising, I saw yoga classes a few times, and I couldn't help but feel itchy.

Yoga poses involve bending the body on the ground, and the curves are fully revealed by the tight-fitting clothes. Women, even if they already have a great figure, will still feel that their figure is out of shape. The people

who come to the classes aren't bad-looking either; they just need to maintain their figures.

So, the rhythmic music classroom was practically overflowing with springtime scenes.

One pose, like a caterpillar, with chin and chest touching the ground and buttocks raised high, the tight pants even tighter, pressed against a group of hot girls, seemingly shimmering under the lights, telling the men outside, "Come at us from behind and fuck us hard!" The other poses were even more outrageous—like frogman exercises, with chests thrust out, legs spread wide, thighs stretched out—each one made me uncomfortable.

Running with my pants so tight was not only uncomfortable but also unsightly. I was terrified they'd come out after class, scream, and drag me to the police station as a pervert. That would be awful; I really didn't want to be locked up and stuffed with corn… I couldn't even imagine how terrifying that would be.

Even so, I still watched them, openly observing their classes. However, near the end of each class, I would quickly take a cold shower to release my pent-up emotions, lest I let my lust cloud my judgment and do something unforgivable.

The gym was actually an illegal structure on the rooftop, and it didn't cover the entire roof, so there was still plenty of space there for things like the building's water tanks and pipes.

Since my floor doesn't have a balcony, I have to go up to the roof to smoke if I want to. When I encounter bottlenecks in my programming, I often spend half an hour upstairs. My colleagues are used to it; these kinds of jobs are all about accountability—as long as something's done on time, that's fine, and the company doesn't really care.

One day at noon, after lunch, I wanted to go upstairs for a smoke.

I prefer to find a quiet place, so I usually find a spot on the edge to sit down.

That day was muggy, overcast, and looked like it was going to rain. After smoking one cigarette, I still felt a bit stuffy, so I got up and walked around.

While swaying, I suddenly heard a muffled groan, and it was a woman's voice, coming from the other end of the machine room.

My heart skipped a beat. What was going on? Why would there be a woman in the machine room at this hour? I slowly walked over to peek.

To my surprise, it was Xiaoqi hiding behind the wall, masturbating! I thought to myself, "Oh my! You always seem so innocent, but you're actually quite slutty..." Not wanting to ruin things right away, I hid behind the wall to watch what she was doing.

I saw Xiaoqi leaning against the wall, her shirt still on, but all the buttons were undone, and her front-opening bra hung diagonally across her chest, half-covering her C-cup breasts.

Her left hand slipped inside her right bra, kneading her nipple forcefully. Xiaoqi's bust was of average fullness, but the overall shape was quite good. Her nipples were not only small and perky, but also slightly upturned, as if saying, "Come and eat me!" So alluring.

Her wheat-colored but fair skin had the healthy elasticity of youth, making me want to grasp it full with my large hands and knead it vigorously.

Then I shifted my gaze to her lower body.

Her knee-length accounting skirt was pulled up, and her black lace thong couldn't conceal her beautiful figure.

Her private area was already glistening; it had begun to wet.

Lustful love juices moistened Xiaoqi's fingers as she kneaded.

This slut's pubic hair looks like it's been specially groomed; I wonder how many men have used it… Seeing this, my penis is painfully hard, and I really want to take it out and release, but I'm holding back because what she's about to do is only fueling my lust… Xiaoqi takes a vibrator out of her pocket, pulls her skirt up even higher, and her long, shapely legs are fully displayed thanks to her high heels. Then, she stands by the wall, pulls her thong down to her knees, puts her left hand on the wall, and bends down. At this point, I finally see her buttocks.

Because yoga has a butt-lifting effect, Xiaoqi's buttocks are shaped like a full, firm peach.

Clearly, fingers are just the beginning; they're far from enough.

She seemed quite used to using the vibrator; she skillfully placed it against her genitals, her whole body shuddering slightly before she let out a muffled groan and began to enjoy the sensation.

At that moment, all I could hear was my pounding heart, the buzzing of the motor inside the vibrator, and Xiaoqi's soft breathing.

A wicked thought crossed my mind. I took out my newly bought camera phone and started filming this beautiful scene, all the while observing Xiaoqi's physical reactions.

After a few minutes, her movements quickened, a light layer of sweat appearing on her buttocks and thighs, her cheeks flushed, making her even more adorable.

Her breathing turned into heavy, continuous panting.

Her body began to tremble slightly, and the muscles in her calves were visibly straining, with faint blue veins bulging.

Just as the climax was about to arrive, I lunged forward violently and slapped her hand away from her genitals.

Startled and with her thong hanging down to her knees, she lost her balance and was about to fall when I caught her from behind, using my legs to shield her and my arms around her chest. I could still feel her smooth skin and the rhythm of her soft breathing.

While enjoying the sensation of her beautiful body, I took out the video I had just recorded and pressed play. Xiaoqi lowered her head in shame, but that didn't stop her seductive gasps from escaping from the speaker.

I breathed into her ear and asked, "So... you're sexually frustrated, huh? Do you want all the men in the building to know what you're doing? Do you want all the men to come and fuck you?" Xiaoqi shook her head violently, of course, but how could she escape my clutches? I turned the phone volume up even louder, while my other hand restlessly moved down to her nipples.

Instantly, her still unsatisfied body heated up again.

Not being kind, I brought her close to another climax before cruelly stopping.

Twice almost reaching her peak only to be pulled back down, Xiaoqi was so angry she was about to cry, saying, "You...you bad person...what do you want?..." I wanted her to say those words herself; then I would have achieved half my goal.

I placed her against the wall, pulled down her thong, crumpled it into a ball, and put it in my pocket. In a commanding tone, I said to her, "Looks like you'll need to find an excuse to work overtime tonight.

See you at the acrobatics class at seven. Take off your bra.

If you're not on time or don't listen, tomorrow everyone will see videos of XX company employees masturbating on the rooftop online, hehehe.

" With that, I turned and went downstairs without looking back, leaving Xiaoqi silently crying in the corner.

Actually, I had a reason for doing this. Lunchtime was already short, and if I didn't let her go home soon, her colleagues might come looking for her on the rooftop, which wouldn't be good.

Besides, it was Friday, and there were no classes on the weekend; everyone else in the building usually went home to spend the weekend.

Until the manager came to turn off the lights at 11 PM, I believed that with my abilities, I could make her feel like she was in heaven, and then take her home for the weekend. There was no need to risk playing with her now.

I was only betting three things: whether she dared to come, whether there were people in the gym who could satisfy her, and whether I could satisfy her.

All afternoon, I couldn't concentrate on anything. My penis was as hard as an iron rod, but I didn't want to relieve myself.

Ever since breaking up with my ex-girlfriend when I was in the army, I've mostly relieved myself or paid for it. After starting work, my hours were even more irregular, and I've always taken care of myself. I finally got to sleep with such a delicate and slutty woman, why should I do it? Just bear with it... just bear with it... Normally, I'll leave work around 6 PM. I pretended that I still had something to think about and stayed at my desk, saying goodbye to my colleagues.

After everyone had left, I slipped into the gym to check things out.

Sure enough, the lights were off, and there wasn't a soul in sight.

I turned off the lights at both exits to make it seem like the gym was deserted today.

It was seven o'clock, and I slowly went upstairs, pondering how to deal with Xiaoqi.

I entered the gym, locked the door, and found the lights in the dance studio on. Xiaoqi was standing in front of the mirror, oblivious to my presence, seemingly lost in thought. Was she planning how to please me? That would be perfect; I could forget about everything else, hehe.

Thinking this, I approached her from behind and hugged her, slipping my hand inside her shirt to see if she remembered what I'd said at noon. So

what if she didn't? She'd just be the one I fucked harder later! Sure enough, Xiaoqi was obedient and actually took off her bra for the date. But as soon as I hugged her, her body trembled, and tears streamed down her face.

"Waaah... What? You're going to do this... Please, spare me... I... I can give you money..." No matter how much she cried and begged, I was already hard-pressed. I wouldn't let her go until I'd fucked her until she was completely exhausted.

"Don't think too much. Let me have my fun, and I promise I'll delete the video. After that, we'll go our separate ways.

" Sure enough, when she heard me say that, she calmed down, leaving only occasional sobs.

"Let's cooperate. Didn't you want it to be interrupted at noon? I promise I'll make sure you're satisfied too. Maybe we can even be fuck buddies in the future..." Her face started to turn red, and she nodded. It seemed I could fulfill my dream tonight, to have sex with such a beautiful girl in the dance studio.

Starting from behind, I gently bit her earlobe, then lightly kissed her cheek. She turned her head and French kissed me.

In close contact, I smelled an unknown fragrance about her, which made me feel full of energy.

My hands didn't stop either, pulling off her shirt. Xiaoqi, who wasn't wearing a bra, was now only wearing that short accounting skirt, weakly supporting her last bit of dignity... Unfortunately, behind that fragile dignity, what awaited her was a rough, dark evil.

I began to fondle her breasts with both hands.

Just as I had observed at noon, they were full and youthful, without the slightest sagging.

My hands are not small; I could easily pick up a basketball, but it was just right to cup her breasts from below. As

I vigorously kneaded them with both hands, my thumbs and forefingers rubbing those two luscious grapes, Xiaoqi's reaction changed. Even the slightest touch made her whole body tense up.

I figured I had found her erogenous zones, and it was time to reward her.

I turned Xiaoqi around so we were face to face.

My left hand continued to stimulate her nipple, while I used my mouth on the other.

When my nose pressed against her breasts, the faint scent of milk, mixed with the smell of sweat from the day, became an aphrodisiac.

I gently bit her nipple, then alternately circled it with my tongue. The rhythm classroom wasn't air-conditioned, making it a little stuffy, and tiny beads of sweat eagerly appeared on Xiaoqi's breasts.

I sucked deeply on her breast, creating a strange taste in my mouth, a mixture of saltiness and fragrance. I loved this feeling. When my tongue touched Xiaoqi's nipple, the rough surface of my tongue rubbed against her tender nipple, and a tingling sensation spread from her nipple throughout her body.

Meanwhile, my right hand pulled up her skirt and began to play with her clitoris and vulva.

The simultaneous onslaught of two pleasures resulted in Xiaoqi's first orgasm. "I can't take it anymore~ It's going to break~ Ahhhhhh~" Completely powerless to resist, Xiaoqi involuntarily climaxed.

I hadn't expected her to be not only so horny, but also so sensitive.

Slippery, lustful fluids covered my hands; bringing them close to my nose, I detected a faint, indescribable scent.

I laid her on the ground, removed her accounting dress, and broke down her last barrier, exposing her beautiful petals to the air, opening and closing.

Her breathing was disrupted after the orgasm, her chest heaving violently, her wanton yet helpless appearance arousing a man's instincts.

"Now comes the main event..." I thought to myself.

I carried Xiaoqi to a pile of cushions, inhaling the scent of the forbidden zone, and then slowly inserted my penis into her honey pot. Although Xiaoqi sensed the impending danger and tried to escape by swinging her legs, I held her slender legs between my hands, and coupled with the weakness after her orgasm, it was all a waste of effort.

Because of the post-orgasm wetness, I was able to more easily penetrate the forbidden area.

My penis isn't particularly long, about 17cm, but it's incredibly thick; I could barely grip it with my hand.

My glans was about the size of a ping-pong ball, and the crown was like a mushroom. It was fine when I inserted it, but the sensation of it scraping against the tender flesh of her vagina as I pulled it out was incredibly pleasurable. No woman could withstand such intense penetration for more than ten minutes.

At first, Xiaoqi's vagina just barely gripped my glans, but it got tighter the further in I went. At the very end, the tender flesh kept contracting and sucking on my glans. At that moment, I really wondered if I had encountered the legendary "masterpiece"? Unfortunately, she was already powerless to resist, but the honest pleasure from her body allowed her to express her unwillingness with low moans.

I chuckled to myself, "This is just the beginning... she can't even handle it after I insert it. I really can't predict how pleasurable it will be later..." Thinking this, I began to thrust.

At first, I only pulled out slightly, then slowly pushed it all the way in.

Then I increased the amplitude with each pull, gradually increasing the speed.

By the fifth time, it was almost completely pulled out, and when I thrust it in hard, Xiaoqi could no longer express her feelings with low moans.

The beautiful lines of her body began to contort, and her mouth opened wide like a goldfish, gasping and moaning.

"It's so...so swollen...how...so thick...don't move anymore...pull it out..." I thought to myself, "Forget about saving face at this point. Watch me push harder, and she'll be begging me not to stop.

" I slowed down and pulled my penis out first.

When I pulled out, it made a "pop" sound like opening a bottle. My penis, covered in Xiaoqi's vaginal fluid, stood erect and trembled.

The glistening glans exuded a murderous aura, eager to re-enter that sucking hole.

I lifted Xiaoqi's body, making her form an inverted L shape, intending to enter from behind.

Xiaoqi's hands rested on the railing of the mirror, her hair falling over her shoulders, revealing her beautiful back and slender waist.

Compared to noon when she was still wearing clothes, the lines of her back and waist were on full display. Her back, without blemishes or imperfections, had smooth and healthy skin that shone like beautiful satin.

I couldn't resist rubbing my nose against hers, making her ticklish, wanting to laugh but unable to.

I scooped up some fluid from her wet vulva with two fingers, making sure it was lubricated enough for me to explore further without injury, and then thrust in and out forcefully once more.

The rear-entry position allows for shallower penetration, but visually, the stimulation is much greater than the missionary position, especially in this room with mirrors on three sides. Whenever I thrust deeply, her breasts sway dramatically, and from behind, you can see our bodies intertwined in front, to the left, or to the right. The reflection makes it seem like thousands upon thousands of couples are having sex around you simultaneously. And whenever

I penetrated to the deepest point, my lower abdomen would bump against Xiaoqi's buttocks.

Looking down from above, the color isn't actually this dark; it's more of a pale white.

One hand supported her waist, while the other pressed and kneaded her buttocks forcefully. He felt her vagina tighten even more, the firm muscles providing a pleasant sensation. Excess flesh peeked out from between his fingers, leaving red palm prints as he released his grip, intensifying his sense of conquest.

The pleasure was like a whirlpool; when it reached its peak, Xiaoqi's mind couldn't resist her body's honesty. Accepting it meant falling to the bottom of the whirlpool…being swallowed by it. After the second orgasm, the third followed immediately.

I couldn't believe how quickly it had come between the two, and my accumulated pleasure had reached its limit; I was on the verge of ejaculation.

"Ah~ Ah~ It's coming again, faster~ Faster~ Give me one more time~ Oh~" Xiaoqi knew her body's condition and that only the man behind her could push her into the hell of sex, so she started to respond with words.

"Can you cum inside?" "No~ Cum outside~ Anywhere is fine~ Don't cum inside..." I teased her, slowing down a bit. She seemed annoyed by the slowing down and started to wiggle her hips. I pulled out a little more and stopped.

"Ah~ Don't stop..." She sighed in frustration, pulling her hips back, but I followed suit. She cried in frustration.

"Shoot inside, it's okay if you shoot inside~ you bad man..." To prevent the pleasure from being interrupted, she had no choice but to succumb to the fear of pregnancy from internal ejaculation and agreed to let me ejaculate inside her.

After getting her consent, I continued the previous actions, pushing the pleasure to its maximum extent and speed in one go. The air was filled with the sounds of "slap? slap?", the sounds of flesh colliding.

Suddenly, Xiaoqi's hands went limp and fell down, her hands flat on the floor, and her entire lower body muscles began to contract. Feeling her body's reaction, I buried my glans deep inside, at the very depths of her vagina. A surge of heat rushed towards my glans, and her vagina tightly gripped my penis, there was a suction force at the deepest part of her vagina, like a vacuum.

After accumulating for a long time, thick semen erupted from my urethra, once, twice, three times… The pleasure was like an addiction, constantly surging up my spine, numbing my brain, making it completely incapable of thinking, as if I were suffocating.

Deep within my body, stimulated by this, I let out a long "Ohhh," and began to writhe, instinctively trying to break free, but I held you tightly from behind.

Besides, it was you who was tightly sucking my cock, you slut! Even after ejaculation, my penis continued to throb inside you, the scalding semen mixed with vaginal fluid slowly flowing from our point of union, sticky and forming a long, glistening trail as it dripped down.

That night, she went home with me. The weekend's debauchery left me with no choice but to take Monday off to rest at home. Our casual sex relationship progressed quickly; we knew every part of each other's bodies intimately. I even gave her anal sex and enemas. We had sex in many places—in buildings, in the suburbs, in movie theaters—we tried almost any place that offered stimulation. We maintained this casual sex relationship for over six months, until my project at that company ended and I switched careers, after which we rarely contacted each other.

After each time we had sex, she would always say she had never seen such a muscular man as me.

That was the first girl I met at the gym.

Although she already had a boyfriend, their relationship was limited to a transaction of money and sex. At the same time, she revealed to me that at least three men were pursuing her simultaneously (I've always been skeptical about the exact number she didn't mention), meaning she was juggling four men (me? I don't count; I was just a casual sex partner).

Did I ever consider pursuing her? She was good-looking, sexy, and charming; we were sexually compatible, weren't we? The answer is no.

Because I saw through her true nature. She used her natural advantages as a woman to juggle four men. Her supposed boyfriend was quite wealthy, providing far more financial support than I, a recent graduate engineer, could ever hope to match.

And her attitude towards him was the same as the other three—he was always kind and attentive to her.

She accepts gifts from everyone; I once saw over ten designer handbags that people had given her at her home.

However, her cold attitude remained unchanged. I asked her about it, and she said her supposed boyfriend had been pursuing her relentlessly, and she couldn't stand it anymore, so she made a bet with him: if she lost, he would become her girlfriend; if she won, he would never bother her again.

She lost, but she's still cold towards her boyfriend. I have absolutely no idea why; after all, we're just friends with benefits.

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