Time to fuck

You do not answer with words, but with deeds. Looming over her, you step closer. Instinctively, she takes a step back. And another. And another. And finally, Becky stands with her back against the wall.

"Work something out? I'd rather put something in." you say. As far as lines go, you've had better. But it has it's effect on her. She reaches you and caresses your broad chest, as if wanting to see if the Greek statue that is your body is real.

"I just _need _that itch to be scratched. No foreplay, just-" is what she manages to bring out, before you push your lips on her. Groping at her body, your strong hands grasp and pinch and her lithe flesh reacts, moulding itself exactly like you want.

"No words except for _more _and harder, understood Becky?"

She replies by sliding her hand in your pants and grabbing your cock, fishing it out from your shorts. You feel her hesitance and her shock at seeing the massive slab of meat, and feeling it harden in her hands. You do not wait on the other hand, your fingers sliding around the waistband of her yoga pants and pulling them down. Pointing the tip of your cock between her pussy lips, you see the fear in her eyes.

Without any mercy you push forwards. Becky's legs spread, and you feel her body contract in fear and pain, yet soon that changes to pleasure.

You keep railing forward, her pussy feeling almost virginial.

Not a lot of experience. Wait, didnt she have a husband?

You ignore the possibilities in your thoughts for the actualities in your arms. Becky moves eager and willing, her entire body gyrating as if begging for more. Her moans and grunts fill the gym as you conquer her thrust by thrust. You feel the last of her doubts leave her body, her arms eagerly clasping around you. Her pussy too, tightens around your cock as you feel her body tremble in orgasmic bliss, sweaty skin reflecting the bright gym lights.

If she ever had a husband, she has forgotten him now..

"To who do you belong, Becky?" you ask, a desire to hear her submit totally.