Fun with Lina

The hallway past the locker rooms was dim and quiet, lined with doors — office, supplies, cleaning. She strode ahead like she owned the place, confidence radiating off her in waves. Her dark ponytail swayed. Her leggings rode high, every step pulling the fabric into the kind of outline that made your mouth go dry. That ass. Holy shit, that ass.

You caught up just as she pushed open a grey, unmarked door and stepped inside. A utility room turned lounge: a couch in the corner, mini fridge buzzing, some cleaning gear shoved into a side rack like an afterthought. Low light from a single LED bar. Just enough space for two bodies to move. Or tangle.

Lina shut the door behind you. Locked it, then turned and leaned back against the door, eyeing you slowly, her gaze unapologetic. “I always knew knowing about this room would come in handy.”

You were still catching your breath, from the gym, from the tension, from her.

“You bring guys back here often?” you asked, voice rough.

"Never. But then again, they were never as tempting as you."

Her fingers trailed along your arm, slow and deliberate. “You’d been driving me crazy all night, John. You knew that?”

“Me? I thought you liked handling big challenges,” you grinned.

Her laugh was low, sexy.

“I did. But I’d never seen a challenge like your big bulge. I hope you're not carrying a banana there.”

You crashed in a tangle of limbs and breathless urgency, mouths pressed hard, tongues battling like you’d both been starved. Her lips were soft and demanding, tasting faintly of vanilla protein shake and danger.

Your hands slid down, gripping her fine ass, squeezing and lifting like it was yours now. She moaned into your mouth, grinding her hips against your thigh with greedy friction.

Her crop top was the first to go, yanked up and over her head. The sports bra followed, releasing her tits with a bounce that stole your breath. They were full, perky, the kind of tits that a man would remember for life. Her nipples were dark and stiff, brushing your bare chest.

She tugged at your waistband with wild fingers. "This needs to go," she gasped, not even pretending to be coy anymore. You helped, but only after sliding her leggings down those perfect legs. Her thong was already damp, clinging to her lips like a second skin. When you pulled it off, it left a glistening trail. Her pussy was inviting, puffy and shaved apart, from a small, sexy landing strip.

She dropped to her knees, eyes wide and gleaming. Her hands yanked your shorts down. Your {Cock_inches} inch dick slapped up against her face, thick and hard, flushed with blood.

"Holy... shit," she whispered, licking her lips like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. "That's gotta be {Cock_inches} inches. Fuuuuck..."

"All yours, Lina."

You ran a hand through her hair, grabbed her by the ponytail and pulled her closer.

She wrapped her hand around your shaft, slowly stroking, mesmerized.

"It’s beautiful. Like, stupid beautiful."

Before she had a chance to taste it, you pulled her up into another kiss, harder this time. Her tits crushed against your chest as she ground her wet pussy against your thigh.

She reached down, positioning your cock. Her breath hitched. "You might break me."

"You’re not that fragile," you growled, teasing her slit with the tip.

She trembled. “I wanted to feel it stretch me. I wanted to feel it all.”

You’d never been with a Latina before, and Lina lived up to every delicious stereotype and then some. She pulled you down onto the couch, her mouth already hungry, eyes locked on your shaft like it was the prize at the end of a long tease. Then she kneeled before you, in between your thighs. Fuck yes. It was going to happen. She didn’t hesitate. Her tongue slid up the underside of your shaft with a slow, greedy stroke, tasting you like she’d waited forever for this. Her lips parted around the swollen head, glossy and wet, and you groaned as she took you in.

Deep. Deeper than you expected. She relaxed her throat, pushing herself down until her nose touched your abs, then pulled back, lips stretched wide around your {Cock_inches} inch cock, leaving a trail of spit along the shaft.

"Fuck, Lina," you groaned, head tipping back, fingers tangling in her hair.

She winked up at you with her mouth full, then bobbed her head in a rhythm that had your hips twitching.

Her hand gripped the base of your cock, twisting as her mouth worked the rest, her tongue flicking and pressing in all the right ways. Your balls pulsed with anticipation, but you held steady — your stamina had never been better, and you weren’t about to give in early now.

She pulled off with a loud pop, panting, strings of spit clinging to her chin. She licked your tip again, slowly, teasing. “I’ve handled big before, but this? This is by far the most impressive.”

You reached down and cupped her face, tilting it up.

"Then stop playing, Lina, and show me what you've got."

With a grin, she pushed her tits together around your cock, her soft, warm skin wrapping your shaft in a perfect tunnel of flesh and spit. You groaned as her slick, soft tits squeezed around your shaft. She spat again, adding more glide, and started bouncing them with skilled, rhythmic pressure that made your eyes roll back.

You’d had your cock between Riley’s glorious tits before, but this was something else. Back then, you were just {if Cock_inches=10}only a bit above {endif} average, and it was hard for her to get it to work. Now? Now your {Cock_inches} inch dick looked like it belonged in porn, and the way Lina handled it only made the fantasy feel real.

She looked up at you with a smirk, pressing her tits tighter around your shaft, sliding them up and down. "Don’t get too cocky, John," she teased. "I’m just getting started."

She added tongue, swirling it around the head, and drenched your shaft with even more spit. Her eyes never left yours as she opened her throat again, swallowing you with practiced hunger. Even with your improved stamina, you felt a jolt of pleasure rocket up your spine — she was that good.

When she finally pulled off, gasping and smirking, your cock was a glistening monument to her filthy worship. You ran your hand down her back, feeling the tight line of her spine, then pulled her up onto your lap. She turned around, presenting that legendary ass. Her cheeks framed your cock like a throne. "Bet you’ve never had a view like this, huh?" she said, glancing back with a wicked grin.

You gripped her hips, guiding her down. She moaned as your cock spread her open, inch by inch, slowly disappearing inside her slick, tight heat. Her head fell forward as she bottomed out, your full {Cock_inches} inches buried deep.

"Fuck yes, John!" she gasped. "You’re splitting me open. I love it."