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Muscular Women Fiction / Re: Aura

« Last post by MuscleWomanBR on Today at 03:41:25 pm »

And that’s how, I remember now, exactly how I narrated that episode to Leticia.

“I want to,” she said calmly, while, with her back to me, she sat on my cock, hard from the excitement of remembering the state I left Richard in. “What do you mean?” My question was sincere, though my focus now was on Leticia’s firm ass taking my delicious dick deep inside. God! This woman knows how to fuck!

She gripped my cock with her sphincter with a technique infinitely superior to mine. And the worst part is, the old millionaire kept talking as if she didn’t have my log stuffed up her ass. She seemed to read my thoughts. “Learn how to give it up the ass, darling. I’m a master at that too.” She spat into her hand and began to masturbate while talking. The two of us, her sitting on me and me sitting on the velvet recamier, were reflected in the huge mirror strategically placed in front of the bed.

“I like the Valkyrie.” If the scene weren't so fucking hot, she'd look ridiculous, because Leticia talked while bouncing on my cock and frantically manipulating her pussy. Only her ragged breathing betrayed her gallop toward another orgasm. The second one that morning. Suddenly, she let out a little cry. She sighed. Raised her hips. And stood up, whole, straight, poised like a soldier. I stayed there, with my cock hard, throbbing, about to ejaculate. As I spat into my hands to start jerking off, she shouted, “Don’t you dare!”, already walking toward the bathroom. “I’m going to fuck you later, and I want you hard and full to come a lot in my pussy.” Just hearing that almost made me orgasm. But I restrained myself and relaxed on the recamier, thinking about the fortune she paid me to have my cum flooding her holes.

The shower was quick. She came out of the enormous bathroom wrapped in a huge, plush towel, which she would use only that once, crossing the immense bedroom toward the no-less-immense closet. “I liked the Valkyria,” she repeated, without stopping. “I liked what she did with this… Richard?”, and I found it funny how she really saw my other persona as if it were another person. But my mind was already racing. What would it be like to fight her? Fighting Leticia isn't like beating up Richard. She likes to hit, not be hit. And to hit for real. The woman really is a terrible karateka, an undefeated black belt who enjoys beating up her own well-trained bodyguards. In fact, seeing her emerge from the closet wearing her sleeveless black karategi, with the insignia of her martial arts rank carefully tied at her waist, was exactly what she would do now. She flexed a bicep and smiled at me, looking at my cock, once again hard as a rock. Leticia knew how that karate uniform and her athlete's musculature drove me completely crazy. My urge, on the verge of uncontrollable, was to jerk off immediately, drenching the floor with cum. She winked at me. “Of course you find me hot, Aura… And you’re not going to jerk off now. You know what I’m capable of, and that also turns you on a lot. So you’re going to wait while I beat up two bodyguards now. I’m going to fuck one of them. The handsomest and hottest one, obviously. And then I’ll come back to fuck you some more,” and she closed the door, leaving me with my dick drooling.