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Chapter 31 by grimbous grimbous

Do you escape?

Yes and you go fuck Natali silly.

You hear Melanie behind you as you hustle toward the house. "We'll do this again tomorrow. Thanks Daddy!"

"Yeah sure..." You answer not really thinking about what you are saying. You only had one thing on your mind. Once you hit the house you practically sprint the rest of the way, taking the stairs three at a time.

You burst into the bedroom and scan around. No Natali. "Shit!"

Then from the bathroom you hear Natali's voice. "Is that you?" Yes!

You dash into the bathroom. You see her standing in front of the mirror applying some finishing touches on her face. She was wearing another long flowing skirt, this time red, and a loose billowy white blouse. She glances over to you as you enter. "Have you been working out? Anyways, I was thinking..."

You are on her in an instant. You grab her around the waist and neck and mash a powerful kiss onto her freshly made up lips. She stiffens for a moment, unprepared for the intensity of it. You power her down to the floor, onto a big thick shag bathroom mat. Reaching under her skirt you pull her panties down and off of one leg. Positioning yourself between her legs you pin her down. You take a moment to look at her, making sure you had the go ahead.

She looks at you, her fresh lipstick smeared to the left, her face a mixture of confusion, surprise, and excitement. She was very much interested in whatever you had in mind. "What's got into you?"

Only using spit as an initial lubricant you slam your mighty fuckstick into her tight cunt. "OHHHH!" She cries, still not prepared for the fierce onslaught you were unleashing. You begin slamming into her. You were already warmed up and limbered up from the workout and you were ready to GO! You tear her expensive sheer blouse from her body as she gasps, she was utterly taken aback by your raw aggression and power. She just went with you as best she could. You yank down the bra as far as it would go without unclasping it, one tit exposed, mashed upward from the bra. You grab it roughly and suck on it hard. More cries of passion escape from Natali.

For your part you are simply grunting and huffing. You were going to fuck her with all you had, taking the hour's worth of temptation and build up from the yoga out on her willing body. You ravish her like a wild beast at the height of the rut. This wasn't lovemaking or sex, it was savage untamed fucking.

With great difficulty she eventually helps you with the bra, her big silky breasts bouncing from the furious pounding. "Ohhh God! Ohhh God!" She kept screaming. Wrapping her legs back around yours and reaching around to clench your back and ass with her fingers. Climaxing quickly and intensely she lets out cries in her native Russian. Anyone upstairs would surely be hearing this right now.

Gripping her tits you shag her with wild abandon. You give it your all but really focus on holding back for as long as possible. You just wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck. Her slick gripping cunt, her exquisite bodily curves, her big quivering tits, her moans of ecstasy. After a while it's all too much. You lay on top of her, pinning her down for the final flurry. Fucking her harder, deeper, and faster than ever before you feel it coming on. Building from your toes and flowing up through your entire body. The release is one for the history books. You let out a animalistic howl and let loose your load once more into her clasping quivering pussy. Arching your back, much like you did in Sun Salutation, your whole body contorts and convulses with the power of your climax. Your eyes roll up into the back of your head, your toes curl, your fingers grip. You come and come, your whole body spasming with each new eruption of jizz.

"URRRGGGHHHHHH!"

As the moment fades your fervor drains in an instant. You flop down on top of Natali gasping for air.

Natali lays there, her eyes staring into the distance with a stunned look on her face as she lay under you on a bathroom mat. Her hair is now tousled, her make up messed up, her shirt torn, her bra most of the way off, her panties still around one ankle, her skirt flowing out around her. Her breathing is uneven, shuddering as she takes breath in and out. She wraps her arms around you, allowing you to rest your full weight on her. She begins stroking your back.

"Oh my god! What..." She pants. "...was that? Holy shit."

Huffing and puffing you respond. "I was just doing yoga with Melanie..."

She stops you, seeming to understand. "Oh...well I'm glad you came to see me."

"Ohhhhhh." You moan, your muscles relaxing and turning to mush, totally spent body and soul. Your softening member still snugly resting inside her.

She kisses you lightly. You lay together for a time, recovering and bonding in the afterglow.

What happens next?

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