Southern Exposure

Samantha felt the stretch go through her groins and straight to her pussy. She was wearing a very short tennis skirt that was now full up on her hips as Tomas ran his fingers through her thong and suddenly ripped them off of her with a simple tug, the sliding of the material away from her pussy causing her to moan, " Oh my god, Tomas, that feels so good!" The ripping sound of the thong echoed through the room, followed by the soft thud of the fabric hitting the floor.

Tomas's eyes gleamed with excitement as he gazed at Samantha's exposed pussy, her labia glistening with moisture in the dim light of the gym. He reached out a hand and gently stroked her outer lips, his fingers tracing the delicate folds of her skin. Samantha's hips bucked slightly, her body responding to the gentle touch.

As Tomas continued to stroke her, he reached out with his other hand and adjusted the lever on the Saltire Cross, slowly increasing the tension on Samantha's body, "How does that feel?"

"Is that too much?" Tomas asked, his eyes never leaving Samantha's face as he watched for any signs of discomfort. But all he saw was a look of pure ecstasy as she responded to the increased tension.

"No, it's perfect," Samantha breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I feel so open, so exposed. It's like nothing I've ever experienced before."

Tomas nodded, his fingers still tracing gentle circles around her outer labia. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, and he knew she was ready for him, "Tell me what you want" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. Samantha's eyes fluttered closed, her body trembling with anticipation as she replied, "I want you to fuck me, Tomas. I want you to make me come again."

Tomas's was still naked from their outside tryst and his eyes gleamed with excitement. He grasped his cock in one hand, stroking it slowly as he gazed at Samantha's exposed pussy. "You're so beautiful," she whispered, her voice filled with admiration. "I have been watching you ever since I started coming to watch that guy's daughter" she told him.

Tomas's eyes locked onto Samantha's, his gaze burning with intensity as he stepped closer to her suspended form. He could see the anticipation building in her eyes, her pupils dilating with desire. His hand, still grasping his cock, began to stroke it more urgently, the motion slow and deliberate.

Samantha's breath caught in her throat as Tomas's eyes never left hers, his gaze holding her captive. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he took another step closer, his cock now mere inches from her exposed pussy. The air was thick with tension, the only sound the soft creaking of the Saltire Cross as Samantha's body swayed slightly as he began to slowly slide his cock into her pussy.