."She flashed you a cute little grin then dropped her bag onto the floor. Closing in on your prey in a flash and spinning her round, you roughly bundl...d her into one of the cubicles, pulling her satchel along behind you with your left foot which you'd skilfully looped through the carrying strap. "Hey!" she yelped at your forcefulness."Oh, shut the fuck up!" you chastised her, pushing her further forward until her legs collided with the porcelain bowl of the toilet. Still applying pressure to. I was still naked and my flaccid cock pushed onto the top of her head as I stretched to push the tension down her spine towards the center of her body. Beth surprised me by reaching her arms forward to embrace my bare bottom and pull me harder against the top of her head. My cock was still sensitive from the recent ejaculation and her loose pony tail felt wonderful against my groin. "More oil, Myles, I like to be very slippery," came the muffled instructions from Beth.I proceeded down her. The overworked muscles in his thighs and groin were burning now as his pubic bone repeatedly slapped against Michelle's. Michelle's whimpering began to change to a rhythmic primal grunting as she dug her long fingernails into the taut muscles of Rick's ass. Without warning, she began to scream passionately and writhe around again, and this time Rick lost all his control. The fiery spasms caused his whole body to convulse violently and he felt as if he were spurting his very essence and life. That was because I had trained harder than most top-end athletes. I was supposed to start fighting no hold barred before it was called MMA. Where I was better than the other athletes was my conditioning. Even if I didn’t have a fight scheduled, I would work out for at least 8 hours 6 days a week. Heck, I would typically do heart conditioners for 10 km when most people only did them for a km or 2. This caused my heart to grow. Like any muscle, the more you use it, the bigger it gets..