Intense sex on the mat (Oral/Vaginal.)

Your lips suddenly go dry, so you run your tongue over them. Half-Gob wiggles beneath you but is slowly returning the gaze you have fixated on her. There’s an attraction in her eyes, too. Maybe a little more curious than yours, but there’s a heat lingering behind the shade of brown that her pupils dot.

You swallow, and she does the same. You glance down, pressing your weight down on her wrists so she’s unable to pull any sneak attack on you as you execute her disrobing. Your hand slides down the belly and your fingers are under her leggings and waistband. You hear Half-Gob gasp slightly as she feels unfamiliar skin pressing against her. “What are you doing?”

“Doing the same thing you did to me,” you remark, looking at her as you start pulling down on her pants. You feel Half-Gob tense beneath your slick movements. She even watches. A subtle pink burn starts to spread from cheek to cheek. Suddenly, the bulge in your underwear becomes a subject of deep interest, and she stares at that, no longer so fixated on the removal of her pants.

As you expected, she’s also taken spectacular care of herself here. The toned, slender frame of her body leaves a small gap between her legs, where her boxer-style underwear hugs tightly to her waist and mid-thighs. Again, you have to lick your lips to moisten them. Your movement is slow and careful, almost as if sudden movements might cause her to lunge at you with a furious attack.

Instead, Half-Gob remains curiously frozen, watching you undress further than just her pants. You tug at her underwear and begin sliding it down her smooth legs. You whisper out a heated compliment when you see her practically hairless slit– it’s pink and only has a slight sparkle to it as the light reflects off of it.

Her throat bobs, and she whispers, too. “You’re rock-fucking solid, Warren. You know this isn’t what I wanted, right? Let’s clear them right now.”

You tentatively reach out and brush your fingers over her lips. She lets out an almost inaudible sigh of relief when you do this. You might've missed it if the room hadn’t been this silent. Half-Gob smiles and reaches for your head, grabbing both sides and pulling you into a seductive kiss that’s wet, long, and full of lusty passion. You dance with her tongue, occasionally feeling not just her pussy, but also her clit, nipples, and mounds between breaks.

A memory comes back to mind, and you grab her wrists, forcing her to the mat. She suddenly blows stray hair from her forehead. “What’s the matter?”

“I remembered you saying you’re dangerous in bed.”

She lifts an eyebrow. Unamused.

“How do I know you won’t do something drastic?”

Half-Gob’s mouth quirks in a sudden smile. However, like the other times she’d smile, you find it lifeless. “What do you take me for, Warren? A praying mantis?”

You glance at your hands, feeling her push slightly back. She’s more than capable of eating your head off, and you wouldn’t push it past her if she somehow took offense during your sexually driven entertainment. “Let me convince you I’m not looking to win,” she finally says after a second. “Let go of me.”

There was no request, and the look in her eyes told her there was no future argument on this mat. You release her and stand up, but she gently slaps your hand away as you try to help her up. Instead, Half-Gob gets to her knees and becomes eye-level with your penis, where it is still throbbing inside your underwear. In one hard pull, your underwear is around your ankles, and your solid cock is swaying before her.

“Fuck,” she says. “You’re bigger than the last guy I was with.”

“Thanks,” you say.

She looks up at you, annoyed. “I’m not a whore. I prefer smaller partners so I can work normally the next day.”

“I’ll go easy on you,” you wink.

Half-Gob licks your balls and travels all the way to your cock head, where she swirls her tongue around. She proceeds to slowly crank your dick with one hand while pleasuring your sack with the other. “I said I prefer it, not that I couldn’t handle it. Look at me… You think I don’t get around when I need to?”

She doesn’t let you respond; she’s back on your raging member, stifling your words in your throat like a plug inside of a drain. What were you going to say again? Your mind goes into a spin as you feel the now unfamiliar sensation of a smooth tongue ride along your sides, dabbing gently against your balls as new lips coil around your length. The pleasure achieved in these last few seconds is indescribable. You become so enveloped in the oral stimulation you forget you were trying to say something. Half-Gob has her eyes half closed as she looks up at you; other than the near-mute sounds of her cock-sucking, there’s nothing else coming out between you two.

You’re taken back into her depths. The wet and warm interior can’t be enjoyed by every inch of your genitalia. It’s not long before all you can hear is yourself breathing- maybe gasping is the better term as Half-Gob takes you, even only a fingernail deeper into her mouth. It’s her limit, and she retreats you from her mouth.

Half of your cock is reflective and covered in a layer of her spit, but she spreads it out with her hand, coating the rest of your penis with her saliva. The sensation, much like the other actions she’s committed to you, is erotic. You close your hands and place your hands on your hips, pushing yourself further out so she has more accessible access to your manhood. You’re holding your breath, and you exhale with a; “Holy shit.”

A look of shire pride goes eye to eye as Half-Gob bristles with a sudden surge of happiness. She continues to jerk you off, her eyes watching the tip of your cock bounce she it’s worked repeatedly. “I thought you were going to cum for a second,” she spits on your dick, rubbing more of her spit onto you. “But I’m starting to feel like this is a one-sided affair…”

You brush back her hair. “That was unintentional.”

“Make up for it,” Half-Gob says.

You kneel and start kissing her again, pushing her until she’s back and ripe to be mounted again. You align almost perfectly above her as you take yourself by the base and guide your dick tip between her lips. She’s smooth, and the penetration into her tunnel is orgasmic on its own. Your core tightens as you feel her pussy gripping you.

You breathe sharply through your nose when you break away from the kiss. You look at her instead, trying hard not to turn her into a cream puff. Something about this feels oddly forbidden, and it turns you on.

Half-God watches you, her eyes burning with passion. “You got it,” she purrs at you. “I can handle it. You don’t need to be gentle.”

Her words are like honey against your heart. You didn’t think this girl could sound so sweet. Nonetheless, you listen to her comments and start pushing more into her, lessening your caution and indulging your interests. And then you both exert heated curses. “Fuck.”

A little giggle comes out of Half-Gob as she glances down. “So, that’s what you practice with, mm?” She looks up at you, expecting an instant answer, but lewd thoughts too envelop you and her pussy to say something in response to this remark. It takes a few more passes before you’re able to cook up something to say.

“Yes,” is all you manage, and then go faster.

Now, what was silent becomes a symphony of sex—shared grunting and wet slapping start emitting in the empty gym. Half-Gob takes you in, rarely leaving your gaze as you enter, exit, and then speedily ram back in. Your motions aren’t gentle, but they aren’t rough, either. It’s a medium of fucking and love-making. Somehow, anything less seems weak, but anything more seems overkill.

Your medium of these two verbs is enjoyed, but then Half-Gob wraps her legs around you, forcing another inch into her slit. “Stop being so wimpy,” she sighs. “Fuck me already.”

The instructions are clear, and you forgo your previous thoughts in a blink. You pin her arms to the mat and screw into her with her legs still promptly around you like some kind of harness. The noise of your bodies colliding is now the dominant sound in the room.

Beneath the rough sounds of your joining bodies is now an increasing amount of feminine moans. It’s a pleasant addition to the sexual tension nearing its breaking point. And, you must admit– Half-Gob’s pussy is one of the most excellent holes you’ve had the pleasure of penetrating and using. It milks like any other and stretches like many, but the sensation of gripping your meat as it’s pulled out and thrust back is indescribably good. It’s so intimate that it even sticks to the mind as you rapidly move in. Your mouth opens, and you start to pant, watching her as she stares back, her mouth open as she lets out puffs of excitement.

Half-Gob starts to nod slightly. “Hayaku~,” she whispers. You don’t understand, so she says again.

You maintain your speed and pressure for a few seconds longer before she grabs your waist and translates herself. “Faster~,” and like the other times, you follow her instructions perfectly and stop fucking her faster. Her face goes red. “Kimochi-??”

You notice that she’s suddenly become tighter, so adjust your grip on her. Switching from her waist where they slid to a time ago, have now found her breasts and started tweaking her hard nipples. Her brown eyes widen in surprise when she feels the sudden pressure pinching on her sensitive nips. However, she smiles. “Good boy!”

The sudden praise was unexpected but not unwelcome. You continue your efforts in sexually enticing the other parts of her body while outright fucking into her honeypot with increasing lust, speed, and roughness. There’s no stopping now as you close the distance between you and your orgasm.

Below you, Half-Gob watches, her eyes wandering occasionally to see what you are doing to it. It’s incredibly erotic and isn’t sure what made her let you do this, but there is neither regret nor desire to stop. She opens her mouth and starts moaning a little louder, even going as far as groping your ass and scratching your sides, leaving faint pink marks of love.

Half-Gob arches her back, feeling your hardness reach a point of unmistakable nearness. “Motto! Motto!” Half-Gob gasps, pulling you closer while she spreads her legs further apart. “Fukaku, fukaku!!”

These words enter your head, but you don’t know what she’s saying. You can only translate her body language briefly until she says something else. “Hayaku!!”

Your impromptu Japanese lesson taught you enough to know what she’s saying exactly. So you pin her wrists again and hold them above her head against the mat. The slight change of position leaves you complete power over her, and you make sure to fuck her with unfamiliar speed, ravishing her pussy with your cock, which is drenched in layers of her cream. She’s so wet you wonder if she’s had a subdued orgasm between your movements.

Half-Gob’s legs renew their holdings on your waist. You lean forward and kiss her neck, making her tense and her voice temporarily break into a squeak. The saltiness of her sweat makes your tastebuds tingle as your nerves burn with the pre-burn of your orgasm. There is no more holding back.

“I’m going to fucking cum,” you growl close to her ear, letting go over her wrists to hold her waist, lifting her slightly from the mat to fuck even more intensely into her sopping wet cunt. “I’m going to fucking cum!”

As quickly as you pinned her, she twists out and pushes you gently out of her. It’s so swift and sudden that you almost didn’t realize it was happening until you sat with your legs spread with her coiled between the open spot.

You would not have expected anything different from Half-Gob now. She bobs her head and handles your balls with obvious intent. It’s intense, and the sounds of her adjusted blowjob only provide the orgasm that’s racing through your system– you’re shaking beforehand, so when it finally reaches its breach, your back stiffens, and your hips push out. Your cock is sensitive to the smooth tongue sweeping left and right, and you’re going weak to the hand that’s cranking on your over-stimulated cock. Your balls contract but are still held in her other hand– and good Christ, you’re having one of the best orgasms of your fucking life on this gym mat. Your knees bend slightly as your voice gets locked in your lungs. Your curse goes somewhere, probably released in the chambers of your mind as you forget about everyone else you ever met.

Delilah, Arabella, both of the twins– who were they? What did they look like? Half-Gob, this contractor that a disgusting title was better, and it made you forget everyone. Your balls are empty, and so is your mind. The room is spinning, and you think you've been laying on the mat for hours before you realize it's time to move again.