Fuck Yes, Tight Gym-Girl Pussy!

I stepped up directly behind Emily, closing the distance until my chest was brushing against her back. As she reached up toward an upper cupboard to grab a second cup for me, her tank top pulled taut against her ribs. I didn't hesitate. I slid both of my hands up underneath the hem of the grey cotton fabric, the heat of her skin immediately transferring to my palms.

I cupped her firm, athletic breasts, squeezing them roughly. Her perky mounds fit perfectly in my hands, and I used my thumbs to flick and pinch her rigid, upright nipples. The unexpected sensation made her gasp, and the glass cup slipped from her fingers. She reacted with impressive gym-honed reflexes, catching it out of the air just before it hit the counter, though her breath was shallow.

"Whoa, Ward," she said, her voice surprisingly casual as she placed the cup down safely. The Freeuse Overlay was working flawlessly; she didn't try to pull away or slap my hands. Instead, she leaned back against my chest, her head tilting back onto my shoulder. "You're starting early today. I guess helping us move yesterday really gave you an appetite."

"You could say that," I grunted, my hands continuing to knead her responsive flesh.

Wanting to press further, I slid my right hand down, moving past her toned abs and slipping it straight past the waistband of her tiny white cotton shorts. I didn't stop until my fingers met the smooth, bare skin of her thighs and moved upward, burying themselves in the slick heat of her pussy. She was already damp, her body instinctively responding to the touch. I began to rub her clit firmly, my middle finger sliding along her folds.

Emily let out a soft, trembling moan, her knees buckling slightly against the kitchen counter. "Oh... god, Ward. That feels... mmph..."

Without any prompting, she decided she wanted to make things easier for both of us. She reached down, casually shimming her white shorts and underwear down her legs in one smooth motion, kicking them off her ankles. She bent over the counter, bracing her hands against the edge, and used her fingers to pull her ass cheeks wide apart, giving me an completely unobstructed view of her tight, shaved entrance.

"Is that better?" she panted, looking over her shoulder with a flush of pure excitement on her cheeks. "Get a good look. I know you want to."

The sight was incredible. I dropped to my knees right behind her on the kitchen floor. I didn't waste any time, burying my face straight into her heat. I began licking and sucking her pussy with absolute hunger, my tongue darting inside her while my lips pulled at her sensitive folds. The direct contact sent Emily into a absolute moaning frenzy. She arched her back, her fingers gripping the counter so hard her knuckles turned white, her hips twitching uncontrollably against my mouth.

"Oh my god! Ward! Yes! Right there!" she screamed into the empty kitchen, her athletic body trembling from the intensity.

I stood up, my erection throbbing violently. I yanked down my shorts, releasing my thick, 8-inch cock. I stepped into her, rubbing the hot, pre-cum slicked head against her soaking wet opening, teasing her for just a second.

Emily squirmed against me, her head tossing from side to side. "Don't tease me, Ward. Just put it in. Please, just put it inside me!"

With one powerful, deliberate shove, I buried my entire length deep inside her tight, gripping walls.

The initial thrust sent Emily into a state of total pleasure shock. A single, incredibly loud moan tore from her throat, echoing off the kitchen tiles. Her body went stiff for a fraction of a second before she softened, molding herself to my shape. As I began a brutal, heavy rhythm, slamming my hips against her ass with a wet, slapping cadence, her screams turned into smaller, frantic gasps.

"God, you're so deep... it feels so good, Ward... keep going, fuck me!" she whimpered, her head hanging low as I pounded away with maximum gusto.

The friction of her tight gym-girl pussy was pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Every time I bottomed out, her internal muscles clamped down on me like a vice. After a few minutes of relentless pounding, Emily’s breath hitched completely.

"I'm close... Ward, I'm gonna—"

Her body completely locked up. Her head snapped back, her tongue stretching out out of her mouth, and her eyes rolled completely back into her head as she went into a shattering, violent climax. She cums right there on the kitchen floor, her pussy pulsing and soaking my shaft with every contraction.

Seeing her completely unhinged face was the final trigger for me. I reached around, grabbing her jaw to turn her face toward me, pulling her into a deep, desperate make-out session. Our tongues tangled fiercely as my own climax hit. I roared into her mouth, my hips locking tightly against her as I blasted wave after wave of hot cum deep inside her tight, contracting pussy.

I gave a few more slow, heavy thrusts, riding out the powerful aftershocks of our orgasms until the trembling finally stopped. We stayed completely frozen like that for a long moment—my cock still buried deep inside her, our mouths locked together in a wet, breathless embrace, the silence of the kitchen only broken by our synchronized, heavy panting.