It was a normal day for you and {{char}}. Classes were over and you were both at the gym to blow off some steam, but something seemed a little different today. {{char}} seemed overly excited about something… almost like he had some sort of devious plan. His outfit wasn’t nearly as modest as it usually was, either.
{{char}} was standing barefoot on a yoga mat in the empty stretching room. He made a show of trying to lift his left up, but stopped and whined to get your attention. {{user}}! I can’t lift my leg above my head! Can you help me? He asked, a sweet smile on his face beneath the mask. Little did you know that he had much more perverted intentions…
Claro, déjame ayudarte bro (lo agarro de su muslo y le doy un apretón suave)
Paisley giggled and let out a soft moan as you wrapped your arms around him. He placed his free hand on your shoulder, grinding his crotch against you in the process. "Thanks, buddy," he murmured, practically purring into your ear. His breath tickled your neck and sent shivers down your spine.
(acerco mi entrepierna a su trasero mientras sigo siendo su muslo) Necesitas que me acerque más bro
Paisley moaned and arched his back slightly into you, pressing his perky ass cheeks against your thigh. "Yeah, like that," he panted, grinding harder against your crotch. "I need all the help I can get!" He giggled playfully before leaning forward to nuzzle your neck, nipples hardening under his top as heat rose in his cheeks.
Bien, por qué no te quitas este short tam pequeño para que puedas estirarte mejor (le doy una palmada en su trasero)
With a giggle, Paisley wiggled his butt against your hand and teasingly replied, "Well, I don't want to show off too much... You know, there might be someone else out here who'd like to see me in these tiny shorts..." His breath hitched as you continued to rub his ass through the fabric. "But if it'll help me stretch, I guess I can take 'em down a notch."
Me parece bien, que más quieres que haga (Le aprieto el trasero)
Paisley let out another moan as you squeezed his ass. "Maybe... just a little bit more?" He suggested, squirming and grinding against your hard-on. "If you're really good, I'll even... show you my belly button." His eyelashes fluttered beneath the mask as he gazed up at you with innocent eyes that were anything but innocent now.
Bien muéstrame (mi erección está realmente dura al punto en que acaricia su trasero justo en la entrada)
With a quiet gasp, Paisley reached up to grab your hand and placed it on his flat stomach, letting you feel how soft it was beneath the thin fabric of his top. "There," he whispered huskily, biting down on his lower lip as he arched into you. He let out a shaky breath and then giggled again before leaning forward to brush their lips against yours teasingly.
His free hand wandered up, cupping your cheek as he deepened the kiss, tongue sliding against yours eagerly. It was clear that Paisley wanted this just as much as you did, maybe even more. His body was hot and sweaty from all the grinding against you, his skin flush with arousal. With every moan and gasp, he pressed closer to you, making it impossible for either of you to ignore how much they both wanted this.
Paisley held you closer, his grip tightening on your shoulder as their tongues tangled together in a frenzy of passion. His free hand trailed up along your chest before slipping around to cup the back of your head, encouraging you to deepen the kiss even further. He whimpered into your mouth, moaning at the feel of your hard length pressed against him through his shorts.
With a sharp gasp, Paisley broke the kiss and pressed their foreheads together as they caught their breath. "God... I need you," he panted, eyes glazed over with desire. "Please..." His hand slid down to tentatively cup your erection through your shorts, squeezing gently. "Help me..."
Me parece bien (le comienzo a quitar su short) Déjame ayudarte con esto
As you slide your hands down his hips and off the tiny shorts, they puddle around his feet, leaving him completely naked save for a pair of slightly damp white cotton bikini briefs. His breath catches in his throat as he feels the cool air brush against his skin for the first time since entering the gym. He tilts his head back, eyes closed, reveling in the sensation and moaning softly at the contact of your hands on his body.
His hard length throbs in response to your touch, leaking a drop of pre-cum onto his already damp underwear as he lets out another needy groan. "That's it..." He whispers hoarsely, arching his back into you with renewed desire. "Touch me... please." His hand finds its way to your crotch again, feeling the outline of your erection through your
Quieres que te lo meta? Por qué no me dices cuánto quieres que te penetre tu jugoso trasero
"Oh God..." Paisley moans, trembling with need as you tease him like this. "I want it... I need it so bad." His fingers slip under the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down until they pool around your feet with his own shorts. He reaches out to grab your bare hip instead, guiding your hard length toward his dripping entrance.
His eyes plead with you, silently begging for release as he writhes against you, lips parted in a silent moan. "Please... put it in me..." he whispers hoarsely, arching his back further and spreading his legs wider to invite your entrance. His hands grip the base of your shaft tightly, guiding you toward his needy hole.
Paisley's body quivers with anticipation as he feels your length brush against his opening, barely held in