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"Sandra, I can't do this– it's starting to hurt." Forrest huffs, sweat pooling within the worried wrinkles in his forehead, his eyebrows furrowed shakily downwards.
His legs were achingly spread as far as he could possibly get them to, his groin pressing against a soft yoga mat which was starting to feel more uncomfortable than anything. He could feel the strain in his legs growing as he continued to remain (despite struggling) in the same pose, the pain becoming more prominent as the seconds passed by.
Unfortunately, he didn't receive the gracious response that he so desperately wanted and begged for with his previous plea, the command that he could stop and take a rest. Instead, he could hear a small amused laugh and as he turned his head up, he could see the aforementioned Sandra looking down at him, with not a hint of pity within her softened gaze.
"Awwh. Come on Forrest, it's important to stay flexible." She giggled, looking down at the man beneath her as he struggled to perfect the splits that she had effortlessly shown him how to do only moments before. Helping Forrest get into shape wasn't just rewarding but also highly entertaining for her, it really was a win-win situation, even if Forrest wasn't in the mood to admit that this was useful.
An annoyed and severely frustrated grunt easily manages to escape from Forest's throat, mainly because he wasn't trying at all to hide his displeasement. He swallowed deeply as he attempted to straighten his sore legs, internally cursing about how he was getting too old for activities such as this, but then again Sandra was living proof that he wasn't.
"Flexible my ass. This makes Ricky's roller-skating courses seem– simple." He hissed. The bruises located primarily on his backside being living, organic proof that the courses were indeed not easy whatsoever.
All this earnt was yet another laugh from Sandra, the breathiness of Forrest's voice fueling her cruelty even more. She could hear the change in Forrest's voice and how it began to sound restrained, probably meaning that he was nearing his limit of exercise. Turns out, she was right because Forrest's poorly-executed splits quickly came to an end as he felt his right thigh beginning to painfully cramp up.
"Right– right, timeout. Holy hell–" Forrest huffed, his legs quivering as he stood up, his sweatpants feeling all too hot for this sort of torture. "I swear, Sandy, you have to be some sort of magician if you're able to do that effortlessly."
A hand gripped Forrest's shoulder, giving it a small pat. "Don't worry about it, Forrest. I'll have you a gymnastics master with the help of some more practice." She snorted, sarcasm lacing her voice with both of them being well aware that Forrest would most likely never agree to doing something like this ever again, well . . maybe he would have the right incentive to motivate him.
"Anyways, looky here handsome, you managed to beat your record, byyy . . a whole minute!" She smirked, her grin going from ear to ear as she gestured to the stopwatch that she held in her hand, Forrest's eyes wandering downwards to take his own glance at it, his eyebrows raising in disbelief and of course, excitement.
Sandra paused and dragged her gaze back up to Forrest, looking him dead in the eye with a sly look that screamed trouble. "I think, improvement like this deserves a special celebration, don'tcha agree hun?" She giggled, her eyes dropping downwards but not before catching a glimpse of Forrest's reddening face.
"You know what, I have to agree with you there, Sandy." He whispers, his tone of voice dropping low as if to be secretive, despite the fact that they were the only two present inside of the jazz studio due to the late hour. His hand reached outwards for the woman who had been teasing him the entire hour.
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"Sandra– Please, not so wide– it's starting to hurt." Forrest whimpers, his words almost identical to the complaint he made earlier, key word, almost. The difference isn't major word-wise, but his tone definitely is. His words are breathless, and his voice is whiny and high-pitched. Sweat drips down his temples the same way it had a mere hour so earlier and gives his skin a soft glint for Sandra to enjoy.
Sandra tuts and shakes her head, taking a tighter hold of Forrest's long legs and spreading them wider apart as she sits in between them, causing Forrest to arch his back further into the mattress. "This is what all that practice was for, baby. See how effortless it's become?" She coos, letting go of the man's legs and watching as they didn't recoil, instead they stayed in place and held their ground, despite the man's previous complaints.
Proudly, Sandra looked down at Forrest, who had unraveled quickly underneath her touch, his hair a mess and sprouting in which every direction it pleased, eyes teary and soft, and most importantly– completely stripped with the exception of his pesky briefs, the only barrier between him and his relief.
"Aren't you just a sight for sore eyes?" She grinned, stroking one of Forrest's cheeks as she stared down at him, taking all of him in at once. Her eyes slowly moved away from his face, trailing down the eternity of his body until they reached his boxers, her hand reaching out for him and cupping the tent that had pitched itself.
This drew a rather elicit noise out of Forrest, the noise getting caught in his voice as he choked on his own desperation. He bucked his hips upwards into her hand, only to lose the eternity of her touch as she pulled her hand away, giggling. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves now . ." Sandra chuckled as she went to pull on the elastic of his boxers.
Sandra dragged them down his thighs, allowing his achingly hard member to make its appearance and spring out of his cloth cage. Soon enough, she's neatly setting his briefs to the side and pulling Forrest closer to her by his legs. "You know, if I had any less patience, I would be pounding you into this mattress already." She casually laughed, her hand stroking his thigh.
Forrest felt like he was going to drop dead the next time Sandra opened her mouth.
"God, you do things to me that nobody else does, Sandy." He breathed out, a small smile plastered onto his face as he stared up at her. Unlike him, apart from her skirt being long gone– Sandra was completely clothed, and even unstripped she still sent all of Forrest's blood rushing downwards. Sandra blinked, looking . . surprised by Forrest's softness in the middle of such a lustful moment, or more likely just surprised that she had witnessed Forrest in such a raw, ungrumpy form. Before Forrest could take much notice, her face resumed to its past-look as she parted her lips to speak.
"I'd like to think I'm the only one doing these sorts of things to you." Sandra laughed causing Forrest to go an even deeper shade of red. She brought up two fingers to Forrest's face as her other hand wandered elsewhere. "After all, last time I checked, this belonged to me." She grinned, grabbing Forrest's ass and giving it a soft squeeze, the sudden grope causing the man underneath her to gasp.
As Forrest's mouth opened, Sandra made haste of the opportunity and allowed the two aforementioned fingers to slide into his wet mouth. Forrest's first reaction was to choke and spit them out, but it took mere seconds for him to relax and allow the intruding digits to remain within his mouth. He knew what Sandra wanted of him, and began to coat her fingers in his saliva.
"So eager, aren't you?" Sandra laughed, pushing her fingers deeper into Forrest's mouth and feeling how his mouth closed around her fingers as he swallowed nervously.
After deciding that her fingers were lubed up enough to prevent too much strain, she pulled them out of Forrest's mouth and brought them downwards before the spit could dry up. "Take a deep breath, handsome." She instructed and her commands were followed in an instant, with Forrest inhaling deeply through his nose.
Wanting to ease into it, she started off with only one of the two fingers and was immediately met with a whine from Forrest, his lower lip trembling at the stretch and his back curving. Before the initial shock of something barging into his backdoor had dissipated, she allowed the second to follow in close behind the first, which of course received an even louder reaction from Forrest.
"Nothing you're not used to, handsome. Relax." Sandra soothed.
Forrest laid back against the mattress, the feeling of Sandra's digits moving inside of him was foreign for a short while, but like always his body began to warm up to it. He was always so good for Sandra, never bratting (if you ignore the occasional smart ass comment) and always tight, eager and begging for more and more.
It was hard not to be good when he enjoyed it so much. So much, he could feel himself growing hotter and hotter, and closer to the inevitable edge that awaited him. Her fingers moved like scissors and curled like his hair, rubbing against his prostate and drawing out increasingly lustful noises as she worked her magic.
"Sandra . . Please." Forrest managed to groan. "I want to come with you inside me, please."
Sandra giggled in response, "Now, that's something I could never refuse."
There was no warning when she pulled her fingers out of Forrest, something he made very clear he didn't appreciate when he whined at the loss. She soon moved away from him entirely, climbing off the mattress and the bed and fetching what had been waiting for her on the bedside cabinet. Her harness.
She grabbed it and looped her legs through it with care, allowing it to sit on her crotch as she tightened it. Then, she grabbed the toy that had been sternly waiting as well, watching the whole ordeal and teasing Forrest every second that it wasn't currently inside of him. Once the trusty dildo was rightfully attached to her, she made haste to approach Forrest once again, who was mewling out for her to hurry.
Repositioning herself in between Forrest's thighs, she allows the silicone toy to slide teasingly in between Forrest's cheeks, which she spreads and rubs the tip of her cock against the man's hole. Forrest gladly keeps his legs as spread as they had been earlier with the help of Sandra, presenting himself like a whore, who was desperate to be filled as his own cock rubbing against his stomach, painfully hard.
He can feel his dick throbbing the same way his head is, beating as if it was his heart, begging for the kind of release that only Sandra was able to give him.
Finally, she pushes herself inside. And that's when Forrest is finally met with that oh so amazing burn that he had been desiring ever since he had been pushed down on the bed. It was terrifying how badly he wanted Sandra, even in his youth he never burnt with passion over anyone like he did with her.
"Fuck– Sandy– Fuck!"
"I'm here, baby." Sandra breathed as moved her hips in and out, Forrest meeting her each and every thrust, moving himself in union against her and deepening their overall movement together. After angling her dick upwards, it slammed against that one spot that made Forrest's head spin, over and over again, bringing him to the brink, almost where he needed to be.
"Come on sweetheart, think you can come for me untouched?" Sandra cooed, pushing the sweated soaked hairs out of Forrest's eyes.
The only response she received was a slight nod of the head, she excused the silence and treated it as if it was a worthy answer. Her thrusts continue, Sandra increasing the pace whilst both their breaths continually become more and more laboured, bottoming out deep into Forrest again and again, her breasts bouncing in her shirt as she moves.
And as Forrest came, he let out a choked cry. Everything but Sandra falls out of focus.
Fuck those one on one sessions really came in handy, even if they had only really been done in order to improve his flexibility in the bedroom.
He pants as he comes to himself once again, feeling Sandra and her strap-on pull out of him, a hand wrapping around his limp cock and proceeding to jerk him off. Forrest let out a gentle whine as the overstimulation made his head spin. Sure, being with Sandra made him feel like a horny teenager all over again, but there was no way in hell at his age that he'd be able to get hard that quickly again.
"Sandra . ." Forrest breathed out, panting as he felt his manhood slowly rise into a semi, "Don't be cruel." He swallowed, biting his bottom lip as he squirmed, rolling his eyes as he watched Sandra snicker down at him, before finally relenting her grip and leaving the man's cock alone after his weak protests.
"Fine, fine. You big baby." She grinned. "I planned to ride your dick, but I suppose your face will have to make due this time." Sandra chuckled, removing the strap-on and crawling up the mattress, receiving a breathy laugh from Forrest, with no more complaints to be given as he reached out for her waist and pulled her towards him.
He laughed one more time before looking up at Sandra. "Can't wait, hun."