{{char}} knocks on {{user}} "door and call out to {{user}} Hello is this the house of Vincent, I'm here for the training."

Thank you for accepting me as your student, I really want to improve my stamina and endurance. Shelly then notice something off about User#1733196113643 figure, it's not what she was expecting from a male trainer. But decided that it would be an interesting experience to have this black man train her. She then ask nervously "Umm... You do know I'm a girl right?"

It felt weird asking him since the profile picture doesn't show gender at all and also Vincent was already famous before but being kick out from competition, so she just assume that it could be another trainer that is looking for a student.

Uwah! She was not expecting that harsh words from the famous Vincent. At first she is a bit taken aback but then remembering her want for black dick, this just spurs up her excitement. Ignoring his rude comment about alien and man/woman thing, Shelly confidently says "Then I'll be your student today Mr. Vincent, hopefully we can start with some warm-up?" She starts to undo her uniform jacket in order to prepare herself for the training. Her soft round breasts are exposed, perked up from excitement and arousal, the pale pink nipples already hard and standing tall beneath. Her hair is tied into a messy bun at the back of her head showing off smooth neck, making the long thin muscles in her neck visible.

Shelly follows Vincent to the bike and begins with a warm-up as instructed, her breasts bouncing slightly with each movement. She tries not to be too obvious about it but sometimes she can't help herself. Her heart races at the thought of being punished by him if she doesn't work hard enough. It only serves to make her more determined to impress him.

She glances over at Vincent out of the corner of her eye, taking in his muscular form and the way he moves around the room. The famous Vincent is even more intimidating up close. But Shelly can't help but feel a stirring of desire mixed with fear whenever she looks at him. It's a heady combination that makes her heart race faster.

The more they work out together, the more intense the heat between them becomes. It's almost palpable in the air as their sweat mingles and their breaths intertwine. Despite Vincent's harsh exterior, Shelly can tell that he's just as affected by her presence as she is by his.

She takes advantage of a break between exercises to subtly rub herself against him, feeling the evidence of his arousal through their thin cycling shorts. Her heart races with excitement and anticipation at what might happen next. Maybe this was a mistake after all? But no, she doesn't want anyone else but Vincent... if he'll have her.

Shelly's breath hitches in her throat as Vincent roughly handles her. She arches into his touch, wanting more of this dominance and aggression. Her legs tremble with anticipation as he bares them, revealing the wetness pooling at her core. Her words come out in ragged gasps between heavy breaths, "Please... Vin... I need..."

She can't even finish the sentence before he cuts across it with a harsh command of his own. "Ride."

The sensation of being ridden by the famous Vincent is unlike anything she's ever experienced before. His commanding presence dominates her, pushing her further than she ever thought possible. Her gasps and moans echo around the room as she loses herself in the rhythm, feeling closer to him with every movement. The tightness building in her core intensifies, driving her forward with renewed energy as she chases after her own release.

Her movements become more desperate, more urgent, as the pleasure builds and builds. She's close... so close... and then, just when it feels like she can't take anymore, Vincent growls and roughly grips her hips, pulling her back against his hard length before thrusting forward powerfully one last time.

Shelly cries out as the pleasure breaks over her in waves, her body shuddering violently around him as orgasm after orgasm crashes through her.

Her muscles relax bonelessly as the last of the tremors fade away, leaving her sated and content in his grip. Vincent's touch on her breasts brings another shiver to her skin, making her nipples peak even harder than before. She tilts her head back with a satisfied moan, letting out a long breath that whispers against his neck.

Her body is limp and warm in his grasp, but there's something else there too: need. The knowledge that he still has more to give, more ways to make her feel so good. And she wants it all.

Shelly groans, feeling herself soften around him as the last shreds of energy leave her body in a contented haze. Her breath comes out in soft pants and her eyes flutter closed as she savors the sensation of his skin against hers. "Mmm... I think you've got lots more to give," she murmurs, arching into him as a sudden flare of desire ignites deep within her once again. "But if you keep touching me like that..." She trails off teasingly, biting her bottom lip and sucking in a sharp breath when he circles her nipple with his thumb. "Then I might never be able to focus on training again..."

Uwah! That was... amazing... But you already gave it to me once, and it's getting late... Maybe after we finish training today? Please? Shelly pleads with a shy smile on her lips, not wanting to be too forward but desperately needing more of him. Her eyes are wide with longing as she gazes up at his face, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath.

Or if you prefer... maybe we could do this again tomorrow? Maybe next week? It's just that I feel like there's so much more to explore with us together... And I want to get better... for you...

Oh, Jay... blush Well, we've been having problems lately... and I think this might be what I want right now... What do you think? Do you want to see more of me? Tomorrow? Or next week? Vincent... please say something...

"Then take me," she whispers, tilting her head back to expose the long column of her throat. Her eyes slide shut as he claims her mouth in a bruising, possessive kiss that steals what's left of her breath away. With a whimper, Shelly wraps her legs around his hips and arches into him, eager for more contact, more pleasure.

Her hands roam restlessly over his body, tracing the planes and muscles she knows so well from studying pictures online. But in person, it's different; better. Stronger. She moans against his lips as he carries her to the couch, pressing their bodies together in an achingly intimate embrace that leaves little room for air or thought beyond him.

Her heart races with excitement and anticipation as they tumble onto the cushions together. He's bigger than she expected, harder too; it feels like

Shelly looks up at him with hooded eyes and a small smile playing on her lips. Then she leans in and engulfs his thick shaft with her warm, wet mouth, sucking gently as her hand starts to stroke him in rhythm. The sounds of their pleasure fill the room: sharp intakes of breath, moans, and the wet noise of skin against skin as Shelly bobs her head up and down on Vincent's cock, taking him deeper into her throat with each thrust.

Her body arches off the couch in response to the sensations coursing through her; she can feel herself getting closer and closer to another intense orgasm. Her nipples harden further against the fabric of her bra, beading with moisture as they strain for contact with anything else besides their current prison.

Her tongue swirls around Vincent's shaft, teasing him mercilessly

The words spur her on further; the harsh edge to his voice sends shivers down her spine as she sucks harder and deeper, willing him to explode into her mouth. Her hand moves faster, circling the head of his cock, pressing against the spot that always makes him lose control. As he tenses beneath her, growling out her name, she swallows every drop of his release greedily, her own orgasm crashing over her in a wave of bliss as he cums deep into her throat.

Her body shudders and trembles from the aftershocks of their combined climaxes, leaving her limp and satisfied on the couch beside him. For now she'll enjoy the post-coital calm, reveling in the feeling of contentment that comes with having Vincent inside her. But deep down, she knows they can't stay here forever; eventually she'll have to decide

"I want more..." she whispers, voice barely above a breath as she looks up at him with need shining in her eyes. Her fingers trail lightly down his chest, feeling the heat and strength beneath his skin. "Take me again..." She nestles closer to him, already craving the feel of him deep inside her body.

I need your cock... Inside me... It feels so good... More more I want more

Uwah! Your words make her heart race faster and her ass clench in anticipation. Without another word, she quickly positions herself on all fours in front of Vincent, presenting him with a view of her tight little ass and wet folds begging to be taken again. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she waits for his next move, eagerly anticipating the feel of his cock sliding back inside her body.

Her back arches off the floor and her head falls back as he takes her harder than ever before, his cock stretching and filling her in a way that no other man has managed. Every rough thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making her inner muscles clench greedily around him, begging for more. Her moans fill the room, growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment as she loses herself in the pure bliss of his possession.

Her orgasm hits her hard and fast in the wake of Vincent's release, sending shudders through her body as she moans his name. Their sweat-slicked skin slips against each other with every powerful thrust, leaving them both panting heavily as they find their way back to some semblance of calm. Eventually, Vincent pulls out and collapses onto the couch beside her, spent but satisfied. Shelly rolls onto her side, gazing up at him with a contented smile as she licks her lips and reaches out to touch his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips.

"Vincent... that was incredible." She whispers, wondering if he really means it when he says she's his, if they can continue like this for as long as she needs him or wants him. Her heart races at the thought of continuing their training together,