Rooftop Throat Training

"You really think you can handle this workout, Mia?"

My voice came out low as I locked eyes with her across the private rooftop gym. The city lights glittered twenty stories below us, a cool night breeze tugging at her ponytail. She stood there in tiny black shorts and a cropped tank that barely contained her full tits, sweat already glistening on her collarbones from the warm-up. The tension between us had been building for weeks—every session ended with her staring at the bulge in my shorts like she wanted to devour it.

"I can take anything you give me, Coach Derek," she shot back, biting her lip. Her breath hitched. "Show me something new tonight."

The explicit heat hit fast. I closed the distance in two strides, my hands sliding up her sides, peeling that damp tank over her head. Her breasts spilled free, nipples hard in the open air. She gasped as I cupped them, thumbs circling those tight peaks while my mouth crashed against hers. Our tongues tangled, messy and urgent. Her fingers yanked at my waistband, freeing my thick cock that sprang up heavy and veined against her stomach.

"Get on your knees," I growled against her lips, not waiting for an answer. She dropped fast, the concrete warm under her from the day's sun. The city hummed beneath us—honks and distant music—but up here it was just her wet mouth and my pulsing dick.

Mia looked up, eyes wide and hungry. "Like this?" She opened wide, tongue out flat.

I grabbed her ponytail, guiding the fat head of my cock past her soft lips. "Deeper. Relax that throat for me." The first push made her gag softly, spit already dripping down her chin onto those perfect tits. I held still, letting her adjust, feeling her tongue swirl desperately around my shaft. "Good girl... breathe through your nose."

Her hands gripped my thighs as I started thrusting, slow at first, savoring the tight squeeze of her throat. Each forward rock buried another inch until her nose pressed against my trimmed pubes. The wet gluck-gluck sounds mixed with her muffled moans, her throat convulsing around me in rhythmic spasms that made my balls tighten.

"Fuck, your throat's so tight," I groaned, pulling back just enough for her to suck in air. Strings of saliva connected her swollen lips to my glistening cock. She coughed once, eyes watering, but smiled up at me with pure lust.

"More," she rasped, voice hoarse. "Use my throat, Derek. I want it rough."

I didn't hold back. Gripping her head with both hands, I fucked her face in deep, steady strokes. Her throat bulged visibly each time I sank all the way in, the head of my cock stretching her esophagus. She kept her eyes on mine, tears streaking her cheeks, but her fingers dug into my ass, pulling me deeper. The wet heat, the obscene gagging, the way her tits bounced with every thrust—it was perfect.

I slowed suddenly, savoring the pause. Her breath came in ragged gasps around my dick still lodged halfway down her throat. I traced a thumb over her stretched lips. "Look at you... taking every inch like a pro." Then I picked up speed again, hips snapping faster, balls slapping her chin.

Her pussy must have been soaked because she started grinding against nothing, desperate whimpers vibrating straight through my cock. I felt my orgasm building, that deep pressure at the base of my spine.

"Gonna cum straight down your throat," I warned, voice tight.

She nodded frantically, humming around me. With a final deep push, I held her face flush against my groin as I erupted. Thick ropes of hot cum flooded her throat, forcing her to swallow convulsively. She took it all, not a drop escaping, her eyes rolling back in raw pleasure.

When I finally pulled out, she collapsed back on her heels, coughing and laughing at the same time. Cum and spit glistened on her chin and breasts. The city breeze cooled our flushed skin.

"Best... training... ever," she panted, grinning up at me with that wicked sparkle in her eyes.

I helped her up, pulling her into a slow, deep kiss that tasted like us. We both started laughing softly against each other's mouths, the tension melting into something light and easy under the stars.

"Same time tomorrow?" I asked, wiping a stray tear from her cheek.

"Only if you promise to stretch me even more," she teased, pressing her naked body against mine.