Panting slightly, Linda slows her jog to a brisk walk as she approaches Ben, who seems to be enjoying a leisurely stroll through the park. Her cheeks are flushed and her grey jogging top clings to her damp skin. She wipes a strand of sweat-soaked hair from her forehead. “Excuse me, sir,” she says, trying to catch her breath, “but I couldn’t help but notice how fit you are at your age. Any secrets you’re willing to share?” Ben glances over, his eyes twinkling with amusement at her question. “Date more men, dear,” he quips, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Her eyes widen and a playful grin tugs at the corners of her mouth. “Oh, I see,” she replies, her voice tinged with a hint of flirtation. “But seriously, I’ve been at this every day, and I feel like I’m not making any progress.” She gestures to her body, her hands tracing the curve of her midriff. Ben’s gaze follows the motion, appreciative of the effort she’s putting in despite the lack of visible results. He nods thoughtfully, his mind racing with double entendres that dance on the tip of his tongue. “Well, maybe you need to switch up your routine,” he suggests, his eyes lingering on her breasts, which bounce ever so slightly with each breath she takes. “Or perhaps you’re not giving yourself the right kind of… motivation.” Linda’s grin widens, the innuendo not lost on her. She looks at Ben, her eyes sparkling with interest. Ben leans in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know, some of the calories can be burned by jogging, and some by screaming,”

Linda’s cheeks grow warmer, her breath hitching slightly at his words. She licks her lips, considering his proposal. “Screaming, you say?” she asks with a coy look. “That’s something I haven’t tried yet as a workout.” The air between them crackles with tension as they share a knowing smile, their mutual attraction thickening like the early morning mist in the park. “After my wife passed, I continue to offer… guidance and coaching,” Ben says, his eyes searching hers for any sign of discomfort. “To those young women who are in need.” The thrill of the forbidden dance they’re engaging in overpowers any reservations she might have had. “Coaching, huh?” she responds, her curiosity piqued. “Yes,” he confirms, his gaze unwavering. “I can show you how to scream so beautifully that you’ll start looking forward to every workout. Look, I indulge in the occasional burger or these fat foods people are scary about,” he admits, “but I’m not one to let it define me. I eat, I burn. It’s all about balance.” His eyes light up as he remembers something. Linda’s expression shifts, her thoughts drifting to the juicy, greasy burgers she craves. “Why’d you have to remind me of burgers?” she complains playfully, her stomach rumbling. “I could eat one right now.” Ben chuckles, the sound rich and warm. “Well, I know just the place,” he says, gesturing towards the park exit. “How about we grab breakfast? Maybe talk about… motivation strategies.” Linda’s heart skips a beat at the prospect of spending more time with him. “I’d love to,” she says, her voice a little too eager. Ben nods, his smile growing wider. “Great. Let’s go.”

When they reach the parking lot, Linda’s jaw drops. There, gleaming under the street lights, is a sleek Lamborghini Urus, the very same car she had set as her wallpaper on her laptop. She’s always admired them from afar, never imagining she’d be this close to one. “That’s yours? The Urus!” she gasps. Ben nods, a twinkle in his eye. “Yes, I guess,” he smiles. “But I’m surprised you recognize it. I thought most young women don’t have a taste for such… sophisticated vehicles.” Linda laughs, her eyes never leaving the car. “I’ve had it as my wallpaper for months,” she admits. “I’ve never seen one in person, let alone ridden in one. I always thought only wealthy young guys drive these.” Ben opens the door for her, his gesture a silent invitation. She slides into the plush leather seat, her eyes wide with excitement. As he starts the engine, the deep rumble resonates through her body, sending a shiver down her spine. She glances at Ben, feeling a thrill of excitement at the prospect of this new chapter in their relationship. “Let’s go get those burgers,” he says, his eyes locked on hers in the rearview mirror. She nods eagerly, the promise of the delicious breakfast and the excitement of their conversation fueling her hunger for more than just food.

On the way she asked him about his work. “I do real estate in a few countries,” Ben says casually, his eyes never leaving the road. “I am not a very busy, person unless I have someine for coaching.” Linda nods, impressed. “Wow, that’s pretty impressive.” Ben turned his head towards her and asked “What about you? His words hang in the air. “I’m a graphic designer,” she replies, trying to keep her voice steady. “I work mostly at night,” she adds, “It gives me a lot of freedom, but I guess that’s how I got this… craze for burgers.” Ben chuckles, his eyes twinkling. “Ah, the life of a night owl,” he says, his voice full of understanding. “Always burning the midnight oil, huh?” She nods with a giggle. “It’s not all bad, though,” she says, her eyes lighting up. “I get to do what I love without all the conventional work tensions.” Ben nods thoughtfully, his gaze lingering on the curves of her body. “I can see the appeal,” he says, his voice low and intimate. “But perhaps it’s also what’s led to this… situation,” he gestures to her figure, his voice laced with gentle teasing. She laughs, feeling the tension in her shoulders ease. “Yeah, maybe,” she admits with a smile. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Ben’s eyes darken, and he leans in closer. “I can think of a few ways to help you burn off some of that excess energy,” he murmurs, his breath warm against her neck. Her heart races, and she swallows hard. “I’d like that,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. The anticipation of what’s to come is palpable, the air between them charged with a magnetic pull that’s impossible to ignore.

After a short silence, she finally speaks up, her curiosity getting the better of her. “How long have you been… coaching?” she asks, her voice a little shaky. Ben smiles, his gaze still on the road ahead. “A while,” he says, his voice smooth and unflappable. “I’ve noticed that young men and women today are so caught up in their own desires that they often miss out on the beauty of a slow burn. They’re always looking for the quick fix, the immediate gratification.” He glances at her, his eyes filled with a knowing look. “But the best things in life, like a perfectly seasoned burger, take time to savor.” Linda nods, “I see….I guess I’ve been going about this all wrong.” Ben nods sagely. “Impatience can lead to messy endings,” he says, his tone light, yet filled with meaning. “Whereas a rhythmic buildup can give you a workout that’s truly satisfying.” She nods, her imagination running wild with the possibilities.

“I spent so much free time with friends and movies recently,” Linda confesses, her cheeks coloring slightly. “And, well, now I’ve started thinking about… workouts and, you know, some interesting stuff.” Her voice trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished, but Ben’s knowing smile tells her he understands. “Come on, dear,” Ben teases, his voice as smooth as the leather of the car’s steering wheel. “You can’t be shy with me. You’re what, 23?” He winks at her. Linda giggles, shaking her head. “I’m actually 27,” she corrects, feeling the heat of her blush deepen. Ben’s eyes widen in feigned surprise. “27! Such a beautiful girl like you must have so many stories to tell,” he says, his gaze lingering on her curves. She blushes even more, feeling a strange mix of shyness and excitement at his words.

They arrive at the burger shop, the mouthwatering aroma of sizzling meat and freshly baked buns wafting through the air as they enter. The place is empty at this early hour, allowing them to pick a cozy corner booth without any interruptions. They place their orders, and while they wait, Linda slips off her shoes, the coolness of the floor a welcome relief after her run. During their intimate conversation, her bare foot often brushes against Ben’s shoe, sending a thrill up her leg. She’s aware of every touch, every gesture, feeling a growing sense of comfort and connection with this older, mysterious man. Soon their order arrives, the burgers stacked high with layers of juicy meat, crispy bacon, and melted cheese, the sight making her stomach growl. While they devour their breakfast, the conversation naturally shifts to Ben’s unorthodox coaching methods. “So, tell me,” she says, licking a smear of ketchup from her upper lip, “where do these… coaching sessions take place?” Ben takes a sip of his coffee, his eyes never leaving hers. “Ah, mostly at home,” he says, his voice filled with a hint of mischief. “But for those who are just starting, I usually recommend my car.” He nods towards the window where the sleek outline of his Lamborghini is visible. “Soundproof,” he adds, raising an eyebrow. “It’s surprisingly effective for screaming in private, yet enjoying the open road.” Linda’s heart skips a beat as the implication hits her harder, her mind racing with the thought of losing herself in passion in such a luxurious, yet intimate, setting.

Once they finish their meal, they step outside into the crisp morning air, the scent of fresh dew mingling with the lingering scent of the burgers. Ben watches with a smoldering gaze as Linda stretches, her grey jogging top riding up to reveal a sliver of her midriff, her ass cheeks tightening beneath her pants. She’s acutely aware of his eyes on her, and it sends a warm, tingly sensation through her body. They make their way back to the park, the silence in the car thick with unspoken desire. As they drive, she finds herself adjusting her hair around her ears, playing with the locks, feeling a strange urge to confess her deepest desires to him. It’s as if the simple act of speaking about it aloud would make it real, would solidify their connection.

“So, do you need to go to the office today?” she asks, trying to keep her voice light. Ben glances at her, his eyes lingering on her profile before returning to the road. “When there’s a beautiful lady like you to keep me company,” he says with a charming smile, “why would I want to go to an office?” The words hang in the air. He stopped the car near the park, the engine purring softly. The early morning light kisses the dew on the grass, casting a glow on the scene. “How about you?” he asks, his tone casual yet filled with underlying tension. “Why should I work this early when there’s a charming old man….” She leans in and kisses him, her plump lips pressing against his, the taste of their breakfast mingling with the excitement of the moment.

Ben’s hand found its way to the back of her neck, his thumb stroking the soft skin there. The kiss deepens, and their tongues dance together, the promise of more to come. She pulls back, looking at his face closer, and asks him “Can you coach me?” There’s a mischievous glint in her eyes that matches the smile playing on his lips. He nods, his expression a gentle invitation to explore this newfound attraction. He reaches over and pushes a button on the dashboard. In response, the windows of the Lamborghini tint automatically, darkening the interior and wrapping them in a cocoon of privacy. Linda’s eyes widen at the sudden change, her pulse quickening with excitement. Her lips part in a gasp, and she whispers, “Naughty coach.”

He chuckles, his eyes never leaving hers. With surprising agility for a man his age, Ben leans over and unbuckles her seatbelt before pulling her closer to him. She hugs him, feeling the heat of his body through her damp jogging pants. His hands roam her back, tracing the line of her spine before coming to rest on the swell of her ass. She moans into his mouth, her own hands fumbling with the knot of his pants. Ben gently pulls away, his breath hot against her skin as he whispers, “Take it slow, dear. Your young blood boils faster. Learn to do it in a beautiful way, slow and steady.” He cups her cheek in his palm, his thumb stroking her plump bottom lip. Her eyes are wide and eager, pupils dilated with lust. He asked her to move to the backseat with a nod of his head, his voice low and commanding.

Linda nods, a beautiful naughty smile playing on her lips as she opens the door and slides out of the car. She walks around to the back, her heart racing with anticipation. She opens the back door and climbs in, her legs feeling like jelly. Once inside, she starts to retie her ponytail, making sure it’s tight and won’t come loose during their impending tryst. Ben glances at Linda through the rearview mirror and sees the excitement in her eyes, the way her big, beautiful breasts rise and fall with every shallow breath she takes. She’s gasping, eagerly waiting for him to join her. He can’t help but admire her confidence and willingness to indulge in the taboo. Ben played the music Ego by Willy William, the bass thumping gently in the background, setting the mood perfectly. Then he got out of the driver’s seat and joined her in the back, his heart thumping in his chest. The moment he slammed the door shut, she was on him, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her voluptuous body against his. Her breasts are heavy and warm, and the feel of her makes his cock stiffen. For anyone else his age, the sensation would be overwhelming, but Ben’s experienced enough to handle it with a calm grace. Her hug was so intense that he could feel the beating of her heart against his ribcage, as if it’s been five years since she felt the touch of a man.

The backseat of the Lamborghini is surprisingly spacious, and Ben makes full use of it. His hands wander over her curves, feeling the softness of her skin, the warmth of her body. They kiss again, this time with more urgency, their tongues intertwining in a dance of passion. He kisses her neck, tasting the sweetness of her sweat, and then moves down to her collarbone, teasing her with gentle nips. She gasps and arches her back, her eyes closing in pleasure as he explores her body. His hands roam over her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach, and finally come to rest on the swell of her ass. He squeezes gently, feeling the firmness beneath his fingertips.
Her hands, meanwhile, have been moving all over his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, the breadth of his shoulders. Then, as if guided by some primal instinct, they move lower, down his abdomen, and finally reach the unmistakable bulge in his pants. Without looking down, she wraps her hand around it, feeling the heat and the thickness of his arousal. She pulls her head back and looks at him, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Fuck, this feels thick,” she murmurs, her eyes wide with wonder. “How old are you really?” she asks, her voice a mix of curiosity and challenge. Ben chuckles, his smile growing even more mischievous. “Almost 61,” he confesses, watching her reaction closely. “Does that turn you on?” He asks, his voice a low rumble that matches the bass of the music outside. “Twice,” she replies with a wicked grin, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Her hand starts to move in a slow, rhythmic motion over his cock, feeling it grow even harder beneath the fabric. She leans in to kiss him again, and son her hands found the knot in his jogging pants. With a deft twist, the knot loosens, and she pulls them down. His erection springs free, thick and proud, and she can’t help but let out a little gasp of amazement. It’s been a while since she’s seen one so big, and the sight of it has her insides clenching with anticipation. In a moment of pure, unbridled lust, she bends her head down to his lap, her soft, plump lips wrapped around the his cock. Ben’s eyes close, his breath hitching as he feels the warm wetness of her mouth on him. She sucks him with enthusiasm, her tongue swirling around the tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum. After a few moments, she pulls her head back, a strand of the sticky fluid stretching from her lips to the tip of his cock like a bridge of desire. Then, with a smirk, she whispers, “You’ve got the sweetest precum I’ve ever tasted,” her voice a seductive purr. Ben chuckles, his breath warm against her cheek as he whispers back, “It’s a 1965 bottle, darling. The older, the tastier.” A naughty smile plays on her lips, and she goes back for more, eager to savor every drop of him.

The Lamborghini sat still as a statue in the cold, early morning air, the only evidence of life being the faint mist of their breath on the tinted windows. Inside, the rhythmic sounds of passion filled the luxurious space, a stark contrast to the quiet serenity of the surrounding park. Despite the chill, the heat between them was palpable. Linda’s cheeks hollowed as she took Ben’s thick, veined cock deeper into her mouth. Ben’s hand was tangled in her hair, guiding her movements as he watched in the rearview mirror, his heart racing with excitement. People started to trickle into the park, walking their dogs and jogging on the pathways, none the wiser to the erotic scene unfolding in the car openly parked nearby. After a few moments of intense pleasure, the pressure grew too great, and Ben’s cock twitched and a powerful jet of cum shot into her mouth, which she eagerly swallowed. The next few spurts overflowed, coating her lips and chin, and eventually landing on his balls and the leather seat.

Withdrawing with a pop, she sat up, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked at Ben with a cheeky smile. Linda looked at the wet spot on the seat and winced. “I’m so sorry,” she murmured. Ben chuckled, placing his hand over her shoulder. “Don’t worry, dear,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “It’s nothing a good cleaning won’t fix.” He leaned over and opened the glove compartment, retrieving a small pack of tissues. “Here,” he offered, extending it to her. She took one, her eyes never leaving his, and began to gently clean his cock, which was still semi-erect. The intimacy of the moment was not lost on either of them.

After she had cleaned him up, Ben took a deep breath and sat back in his seat, watching as Linda exited the car. She stretched languidly, her grey jogging top riding up to reveal her toned midriff, glistening with sweat. The cool morning air kissed her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She felt alive, rejuvenated by their shared moment of passion. Looking at her from the car, he couldn’t help but admire the way her round ass looked in the tight fabric of her jogging pants. Despite his recent release, his cock began to stir again, eager for more. Ben keaned back on the leather seat, his hand absently stroking his still semi-hard erection. “You’re not planning on going anywhere, are you?” he called out to her, his voice a blend of playfulness and desire. She turned to face him, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she took in the sight of his exposed cock, which hadn’t fully deflated yet. “I’ve got nowhere to be until tonight,” she said, her voice a seductive purr. “Just working from home.” With a glint in his eye, Ben said, “In that case, how about coming to my place to freshen up and maybe we can have a couple of ‘calorie-burning’ sessions?” Her cheeks hollowed again with a naughty smile. “I’d love to,” she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I shall follow you in my car.”

The drive to Ben’s mansion was filled with anticipation. Each turn in the road sent a jolt through her body, reminding her of the previous encounter. She watched the sleek lines of his Lamborghini weave through the quiet streets, feeling a thrill as she followed him. The sight of the massive house loomed ahead, and she couldn’t help but feel a mix of awe and excitement. Her heart raced as they pulled into the driveway, the gravel crunching under the tires of their cars. The house was a sprawling modern masterpiece, surrounded by meticulously landscaped grounds. The contrast between the simple park where they’d met and the opulence of Ben’s home was stark. She stepped out of her mini Cooper, her legs wobbly from the intense run of emotions. Ben turned to her, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “Welcome to my humble abode,” he said, gesturing towards the grand entrance. She saw a man in his sixties, dressed in a crisp uniform, standing by the garden gate. He had a kind smile and a gentle demeanor that put her at ease.”Rovi, this is Linda,” Ben introduced her to his Indian caretaker, who nodded respectfully. “She’ll be here for lunch today.” Rovi nodded.

As they entered the house, she couldn’t help but gawk at the grandeur. The foyer was vast, with a crystal chandelier casting a warm glow over the gleaming marble floor. The walls were adorned with priceless artworks, and the scent of fresh flowers filled the air. Ben led her to a guest room, which was more luxurious than any hotel suite she’d ever seen. The bed was a cloud of pristine white sheets and plush pillows, and the bathroom was equipped with a rain shower and a bathtub big enough for two. She couldn’t help but wonder how many other young women he’d brought here. “Take your time,” he said, his voice echoing down the hallway as he disappeared into another part of the house. She closed the door behind her, her eyes scanning the room before landing on the stainless steel mini-fridge. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she hadn’t had anything since their burger breakfast.

She grabbed a bottle of water and gulped it down, feeling the cold liquid soothe her dry throat. She looked at herself in the mirror, the stain on her top serving as a reminder of their steamy encounter. She pulled the garment over her head and brought it to her nose, inhaling deeply. The scent of sex and sweat was intoxicating. She was happy that after a long time, she had felt desired again, especially an older man with such a young cock. She pulled down her jogging pants, her eyes lingering on her round, full body. The reflection staring back at her was a woman on the cusp of an adventure. She stepped into the bathroom and turned the shower knob, letting the hot water cascade over her. The warmth washed away the last traces of the outside world, leaving her feeling fresh and alive.

After her shower, she dried off with a plush towel, feeling pampered and decadent. The bathrobe was soft and thick, wrapping around her like a warm embrace. She padded over to the closet, her eyes widening at the sight of the designer labels. Ben had mentioned that there would be clothes for her to wear, but she hadn’t expected such an extensive collection. She bit her lip as she saw the lingerie section, her mind racing with thoughts of what Ben might want to see her in. She reached out and touched the navy blue set, the fabric as soft as a whisper. It was a daring choice, but something about the situation called for it. She slipped into the bra and panties, feeling the luxurious material hug her curves. The bra pushed her breasts up and together, creating a tantalizing view that she knew Ben would love. The panties were a thong, leaving her ass cheeks bare. She stepped out of the closet and looked in the mirror, feeling a thrill of excitement run through her.

Her gaze fell upon the black, satin gown hanging there. It was simple, yet elegant, with spaghetti straps and a flowing skirt that pooled around her feet. She slid it over her head, the fabric sliding over her skin like a second skin. She liked the way it hung on her, hinting at the naughty secrets beneath. The knot at her waist was undone, the material gaping slightly to reveal the navy lingerie she had chosen. It was a look that screamed seduction without being overtly trashy. She turned this way and that in the mirror, her hands running over her body, feeling the softness of the fabric against her skin. She had been craving a change from her usual routine, and this was definitely it. She felt like a new woman, one who was about to indulge in something she had only ever dreamed of.
Her stomach rumbled again, and she realized that despite the excitement, she was still famished. She padded down the hallway, the sound of her bare feet on the cold marble echoing through the silent mansion. The grandeur was overwhelming, and she couldn’t help but feel like Cinderella in her prince’s castle. She passed a few more doors, her curiosity piqued by the door that wasn’t quite closed at the end of the corridor. She pushed the door open gently, her heart racing in anticipation of what lay behind. She could hear the sound of running water, and it grew louder as she approached the bathroom.

The door was a transparent sliding one, slightly misted from the steam billowing out. She could make out a figure moving behind it, and she knew it was Ben. The glass was too foggy to see much, but she could see the outline of his body, his muscles flexing as he washed himself. And his cock, “Oh” she covered her mouth with her hand and her cheeks flushed. “How does he do it?” she thought. The sight of him, standing there under the shower, was enough to make her wet again. He looked like he was in his prime, not a man in his sixties. She stepped closer, the mist from the shower kissing her skin. She reached out and wiped the condensation from the glass, her breath coming in short gasps as the image of him grew clearer. His cock was indeed erect, bobbing slightly as he rinsed himself off. The sight was almost too much for her to handle.

Her mind flashed back to her past encounters with her colleagues feom previous company, who would often collapse into a heap of exhaustion after a single round of passion. Yet here was Ben, not even an hour after their first tryst, and he was ready for more. She couldn’t help but feel a mix of amazement and envy. “What’s your secret?” she murmured to herself, her eyes never leaving the hypnotizing sight. Her hand traveled down her stomach and into her panties, her fingers playing with her clit. The memory of his cock in her mouth made her pussy clench with desire. Soon, Ben stepped out of the shower, rubbing his hair with a white towel. The water droplets on his body shimmered like diamonds in the soft light. He was looking like a Greek sculpture, his muscles rippling and his skin smooth and tight. She scanned his body hungrily, her eyes lingering on his cock, which was still partially hard. He paused when he saw her. Linda was looking like a seductress in the black satin gown that hugged her curves and accentuated the navy blue lingerie beneath. Her breasts looked like they were about to spill out of the navy blue lace, and the way the satin clung to her ass was driving him wild. His cock twitched at the sight of her, as if it was gesturing for her to come closer.

“How do you do it?” she asked, her voice a low purr. “How do you keep your energy up at your age?” Ben chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers as he t the towel around his waist. “It’s all about balance, my dear,” he said, his voice deep and smooth like velvet. “Strict workout sessions with beautiful women like you.” He winked at her. With a seductive smile she asked him “Can you teach me?” And then she reached for the shoulder of her gown. With a dramatic flourish, she pulled it down, letting the fabric fall to the floor and pool around her feet, her navy-blue lingerie on full display. She stepped closer, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her eyes locked on his. She turned around. “Please,” she whispered, turning her head around to face him over her shoulder, presenting her bare back and the curve of her ass, “Burn my calories for me.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Ben stepped forward, his hands reaching out to her hips. He pulled her closer, the dropets on his skin against hers making her shiver. His hands moved up, cupping her breasts in his large palms, feeling their weight and softness. He gave them a gentle squeeze, watching the goosebumps rise on her flesh. His thumbs grazed her erect nipples, and she gasped, her body arching back towards him. His erection was now pressing against her ass, the fabric of her panties the only barrier between them. He leaned in and whispered, “Welcome to Ben’s coaching.” She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned back into his embrace. In a swift motion, he unbuckled her bra, the cups falling away to reveal her full, round breasts. They bounced slightly from the sudden release. He dropped to his knees, pulling her panties down to her ankles as he went. The cool air of the bathroom hit her exposed skin, sending a shiver down her legs. When he stood up, his nose lightly brushed against her butt cheeks. “Ouch,” she murmured playfully. He chuckled and swatted her lightly on the ass.

“Naughty girl,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. He guided her to the edge of the bed, positioning her on all fours. The coolness of the sheets sent a shiver through her body. She looked back at him and wiggle her hips playfully, the cheeky smile on her face daring him to do more. Ben didn’t need any more invitation. He stepped closer, his cock standing tall and proud. He shook his shaft while walking towards her, the precum glistening at the tip. Holding her hips firmly, he aligned his cock with her wet pussy and thrust into her. She gasped, her eyes going wide with pleasure. He began to pump into her, the rhythmic slap of his balls against her ass filling the room. This time his balls became more generous, and she felt the wetness spreading down her thighs. She glanced back at him over her shoulder, her eyes glazed with passion. Her round breasts bobbed with every thrust, and she reached back to caress her own ass cheeks, feeling the power of their connection. He stretched his arms to grab her hips, pulling her closer and thrusting deeper. Her lips parted in a silent scream of pleasure, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Mmmm, yes,” she moaned, “just like that. Fuck me coach, burn my calories.” After a few more strokes, she felt the urge to taste him again. She turned around on all fours and adjusted her hair around her ear, the strands sticking to her neck with sweat. She leaned in and took his cock into her mouth. The taste of their combined juices was a heady mix of salt and sweetness. She sucked his thick shaft with passion, her cheeks hollowing as she took him in deep. After a few moments, she pulled back, and stood on her knees facing him.

“You have got a generous supply of precum,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. “I’m so jealous of all the women who get to taste you.” Her bottom lip was dripping the precum, and she licked it away with a slow, deliberate motion, her eyes never leaving his. Then she leaned in and kissed him, her tongue dancing with his, sharing the taste of their passion. Ben groaned into the kiss, his cock pulsing with every beat of his heart. “
“Are you satisfied with the coaching session?” Ben asked, his voice gruff with lust. She placed her index finger on his lips, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Oh, coach,” she purred, her voice dripping with lust, “Please make my ass more beautiful.”

She turned around, placing her palm on her right butt cheek, pushing it out like a naughty fox presenting its plump tail. The motion was both innocent and provocative, and Ben felt his cock twitch with excitement. He caressed the soft flesh of her ass, tracing the line where it met her thigh. He leaned in and kissed the dimple at the base of her spine, his hands moving to her hips to position her just right. Then with one swift movement, he pulled her towards him, making her whole body quiver with anticipation. Linda giggled and bit her bottom lip, her eyes sparkling with excitement. What happened next was like nothing she had ever experienced. His strokes were deep, powerful, and relentless, her whole body jolted with each thrust. She could feel her ass bounce off the bed with every push, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the quiet room. It was like he was driving a 4x4 in the mountains, conquering every peak and valley with unbridled passion. He slapped her ass cheeks with a firm yet loving grip, the sound reverberating through the room. She moaned, the sting mixing with the pleasure.

Her moans grew louder and her breathing more ragged as Ben’s tempo increased. She could feel the pressure building, the orgasm rising like a tidal wave. “Fuu….ck me,” her voice strained “Fuc…k my ass….coach…” She begged. He grunted in response, his strokes becoming more erratic. Then with a roar, he fired his thick cum, deep in her. He watched with a fiery gaze as his cum dripped down from her pussy, the sight of it making his cock throb. She collapsed on the bed with a contented sigh, her legs shaking and her breath coming in heavy pants. “Oh my,” she murmured, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “That was…intense.” Ben chuckled, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “Take rest,” he said gently, “Lunch will be ready soon.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead before leaving the room, his cock still semi-hard.