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The Sit Up Bench

Exercising on the sit up bench
I was naked, not a stitch
When she came and stood beside me
Straddled o'er me, made this pitch

“I see your cock is flaccid
And my pussy's getting wet
I'll suck it 'til it's standing
While you eat my pus, my pet”

She spread her labia apart
And she sat down on my chin
Put her pussy on my longing lips
Took my cock and sucked it in

As she suckled, blood was flowing
To the pulling of her lips
I was tasting of her honey
Up and down between her hips

My tongue worked on her clitoris
My nose was in her slit
She was quickly getting wetter
As I moved them 'round a bit

Her tongue was working magic
On my swollen length and girth
I could hardly keep from cumming
She was showing me her worth

She pressed her pussy to me
I put my tongue deep in her hole
While my chin moved on her clitoris
Could taste the moistness of her bowl

She screamed that she was cumming
Her juices flowed upon my face
I licked them up with gusto
Her mouth was stepping up the pace

I could hold it back no longer
And I climaxed down her throat
She gurgled out a cum blocked scream
I swear she hit the highest note

She turned around to kiss me
And we shared each other's juice
She plunged her pussy on my cock
She was anything but loose

Her feet were touching on the floor
She squatted down upon my meat
Ground her southern lips upon my base
And orgasmed with great heat

She came with great abandon
My balls were heavy with her dew
“I hope that you're enjoying this
Because I'm very far from through”

My erection was still up and hard
I did not even wonder why
The way she squeezed and teased me
Kept me pointed to the sky

I sucked her ample nipples
That were swaying by my eyes
I spanked her ass as it was rising
Could see my length between her thighs

I could feel her walls around me
They were pulsing to the beat
The pleasure was astounding
The cum was flowing from my meat

My ejaculation power
Could not put her fires out
It only fed the flames within her
As we continued with the bout

My balls were drained 'til none was left
And still my hardness stayed
We did not break the sit up bench
There was no doubt that we'd been laid
Written by eightmore
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Author's Note
I don't believe I even did one sit up that day.
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