Bindyukka stood in front of the mirror in the backstage dressing room of the FBB World Championship,
her muscles rippling under the dim light, a sheen of sweat glistening and catching in that golden honey brown skin of hers.
Her thick, toned thighs glowed like two polished tree trunks. An Ass like hell, just like the commentators liked to say.
She flexed one arm. A perfect circle curved from shoulder to elbow to wrist,
its dark lines set off by sweat and a hot pink sports bra.
The room was quiet, the muffled sounds of the audience and other competitors
preparing outside barely breaking through the thick walls. Bindyukka focused on her reflection,
tightening her abs and watching as each muscle stood out in perfect definition.
This was her moment, and nothing could distract her from it. Or so she thought.
Suddenly, the door to the dressing room swung open with a bang, interrupting Bindyukka's solitude.
A man strode in, his eyes immediately landing on her lithe frame. It was Marc, the head judge.
The heat of his gaze sent a shiver down her spine,
and without even thinking, Bindyukka found herself brushing a stray lock of hair out of her eyes.
"Bindyukka," he said, his voice low and indecipherable beneath the pounding music.
A chill ran down her spine, but not a bad one. He looked like a predator. A hot, sweaty, sexy predator.
Her competition instincts kicked in, and she broke eye contact with him to focus on her reflection again,
trying to regain her composure. "That's me," she said, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest.
"I know who you are, You look incredible," Mark said, his voice low and full of pride.
He stepped inside and closed the door behind him, the click of the lock echoing in the stillness.
Bindyukka continued to watch her reflection, her heart rate picking up as she felt his presence looming over her.
She could feel his eyes on her body, drinking her in, and the feeling was intoxicating.
"You know you're training for a competition, not for me," she said, her voice apprehensive but also challenge.
"I know," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
He took a step closer to her, and she could feel the warmth radiating off of him.
Mark’s hand reached out, tracing the line of her bicep, feeling the power beneath her skin.
"You’re ready, Bindyukka. More than ready."
Mark's other hands naked around her waist, pulling her in so close
that she could feel the heat coming off his body in waves.
Her heart thundered in her chest, both from his proximity and from the thrill of breaking the rules.
She felt his hand slide down to her ass, gripping tightly and pulling her against him,
the hard length of his cock pressed against the curve of her spine.
"Mark," she breathed, unsure of what to do next. But it didn't matter, because in that moment, they both knew what they wanted.
"Bindyukka!! Tonight you already Win, i am the judge"
Mark said, as he his cock pressed against he Ass "ohhh !!! Bindyukka!!!!
Without another word, Mark grabbed and rip her pink thong
he kneel and put his tongue inside her sweat asshole,
it was intense and raw, the taste of her body made him hungry,
his tongue worked hungrily,
lapping and flicking at every inch of her most intimate parts.
He longed to taste every part of her, to immerse himself in every bit of her sweet nectar.
Bindyukka moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the backstage walls, filling the small space with her pleasure.
She grabbed a handful of Marc's hair, tugging at it roughly as Mark tongued and rimmed her.
Bindyukka's entire body tensed, her muscles ripping with the warmth building within her.
She was close, closer than she had ever been before, and she was desperate to finish this act.
"Please, Mark," she begged, "I need you inside me."
With a growl, Mark rose to his feet, taking off his pants to release the beast,
she gasped as she saw the size of his cock, so thick and long, like a tower.
Mark didn't need any more encouragement. Positioning himself behind her,
he grabbed her hips, pulling her back towards him.
He push his cock at the entrance of her we asshole
and with one push he put all inside her Deep Asshole!!
"Aaaaa Bindyukkaaaa!!!!!
Bindyukka's head fell back and she let out a primal scream as Marc slammed into her tight asshole.
His thick cock stretched her wider than she thought possible,
and she could feel every vein and every inch as it filled her up.
Marc pistoned in and out, driving himself deeper and harder with each thrust,
and Bindyukka matched his pace, gripping the edges of a nearby table for support.
Sweat dripped off their bodies, mixing with the hot,
sticky air as they lost themselves in the primal longing between them.
"Fuck me harder, Mark!" Bindyukka screamed, her words barely audible over the pounding of the music outside.
Her words seemed to spur Marc on. He pounded into her harder and faster,
slamming his hips against the meaty curve of her ass, his heavy balls slapping against her slick clit.
Bindyukka moaned my ass is burning, Oh my god!!!! AAAAAAArrrgghhhh... Ah Goddammit,
I can't believe I'm actually doing this, thought Marc as he thrust in and out of Bindyukka's deserved body.
Her ass clenched and unclenched around him, driving him wild with desire.
He could feel her heat, a mix of sweat and arousal building between them.
Her screams, her moans, it pushed him further, taking him to the edge of ecstasy.
Mark's rhythm become uncontrollable, his body shaking from the intensity
of the moment. He was about to explode.
"Bindyukkaaaaa I am cuuuuuuming!!!!! Aaahh Fuck Yeah Bindyukkaaaa"
Mark's climax hit him like a freight train, and he groaned out her name as he spilled his seed deep inside her tight ass.
Bindyukka's body trembled as she felt the waves of pleasure wash over her,
and she moaned out her own release concurrently with him.
As the two caught their breaths and the echoes of their primal screams faded away,
the two stood there, still connected and wrapped in each other's arms.
"Fuck, Bindyukka," Marc murmured against her shoulder, his breath hot and heavy.
"That was..."
"Incredible," she finished for him, still trying to steady herself even as her heart raced at the dirty,
raw perfection of this moment.
Marc pulled slowly out of her, the size of his cock leaving her feeling empty.
She let out a sigh of satisfaction mixed with disappointment that this moment was ending.
"You are a winner Bindyukka" Marc said, his hand caressing her lower back.
Bindyukka turned to Marc, her eyes meeting his. "And you? You're quite the prize yourself."
Marc chuckled. "You haven't seen anything yet, Bindyukka." He pulled her close to him, pressing his lips to hers.
Bindyukka responded immediately, her tongue meeting his with a hungry intensity.
The kiss deepened, Marc's hands roaming her body, Grabbing her ass and pulling her against him.
After dressing and giving Mark a final kiss, Bindyukka stepped out of the room,
the roar of the crowd growing louder with each step. The stage was set,
the lights blinding as she walked into the spotlight. But she was not afraid.
She was Bindyukka, unstoppable, and this was her moment to shine.
As she struck her first pose, the audience erupted in applause,
the judges’ eyes widening at the sheer perfection of her form.
She felt invincible, and in that moment, she knew that no matter the outcome, she had already won.
She had taken what she wanted, the passion, the release, the fucking. It was a victory for her.
Bindyukka moved through her routine with a newfound confidence,
the memory of her encounter with Marc driving her to new heights. Her muscles moved in syncopation,
flowing from pose to pose as if they were made of pure liquid energy.
Every curve of her body was emphasized with every movement,
her ass shaking and thighs flexing as she worked the stage.
For Bindyukka, victory was not just about the trophy.
It was about the journey, the love she had found along the way,
and the realization that she was truly unstoppable.
The music thumped on, signalling the end of the competition,
the crowd roared with applause, but Bindyukka stood on the stage, lost in thought.
Her victory was undeniable, but the victory she truly craved had happened backstage, in the arms of the head judge, Marc.
She had never felt so alive, so free, so completely herself as she had during their steamy, explosive encounter.
The intimacy they had shared backstage was a gift, one that she would cherish for the rest of her life.
Marc had not lied when he said that he still had a lot to offer.
He was an experienced lover, his touch gentle yet firm,
and Bindyukka found herself wanting more of him with every passing moment.
He knew how to make her feel desired, cherished,
and completely at ease in her own skin.
But now, as the stage lights shone brightly upon her, it was time to return to the task at hand.
She struck her final pose, rear squat pose Ass like Hell,
facing away from the audience and towards the judges’ panel, her ass in the air in all its glory.
She arched her back, hands spread wide as she thrust her pelvis forward,
giving the audience a tantalizing glimpse of the curves of her muscled glutes.
The judges’ jaws dropped, the crowd erupted into wild cheers and whoops.
She could hear Marc’s voice, deep and guttural with admiration.
“Bindyukka! My Champion!” he declared from his vantage point on the judges’ panel.
A blush graced Bindyukka’s cheeks as she stood up and took a graceful bow,
basking in the unfiltered adulation of the crowd. As the applause washed over her,
Bindyukka knew that this achievement paled in comparison to
what had transpired between her and Marc just a short time ago.
applause and congratulations rang through the arena as Bindyukka's victory was declared to all.
The crowd roared with excitement, the judges' praises showering down upon her like confetti.
But little did they know, Bindyukka was not the only one feeling elated at that moment.
Backstage, Marc couldn't wait to be alone with the champion,
to savor the feeling of having her in his arms once more.
As Bindyukka walked off the stage triumphantly, her muscles rippling and her heart still racing from her win,
she only had one thought on her mind: Marc. As much as she tried to deny it,
she couldn't shake the image of him from her head. The taste of his lips,
the roughness of his hands, and the feel of his hard cock buried deep inside of her Ass
Knowing that the excitement had only just begun,
Bindyukka hurried back to the dressing room,
anxious to find Marc and pick up where they left off.
"Oh Bindyukka" Mark said, from the corner of the room.
His eyes poured with lust and greed as he watched Bindyukka closing the door.
"Fuck yeah, Bindyukka!! I Like that asshole!! He moaned,
his voice barely audible through the thumping music outside,
while Bindyukka’s moans and screams almost deafened him.
"Oh Bindyukka"
THE END
