Sweat and Sin by the Sea
The moment Mia stepped into the hotel's beachside bar, her eyes locked on Jax behind the counter. Sweat from her evening run still glistened on her tanned skin, making the thin fabric of her sports bra cling to her full tits, while her tight yoga shorts hugged every curve of her juicy ass. The air hummed with tension as she slid onto a stool, her pulse racing from more than just the workout, and the way his gaze dragged over her body told her he felt it too.
"Evening run on the beach?" Jax asked, his voice low and rough, wiping a glass with a towel that did nothing to hide the bulge already forming in his shorts. He was shirtless under his open bartender vest, muscles honed from years of surf and gym, a light sheen of sweat on his chest from the humid night air.
"Yeah, needed to clear my head after a long day," Mia replied, leaning forward so her cleavage spilled over the top of her bra. "But now I'm thirsty... and not just for water. What do you recommend for a woman who's all worked up?"
Jax smirked, pouring her a chilled electrolyte mix with a shot of vodka. "This'll hydrate you. Name's Jax, by the way. You staying here long?"
"Mia. Just for the week. God, that run kicked my ass. My thighs are burning, calves tight as hell." She took a sip, her tongue darting out to catch a drop on her lip. "You look like you know your way around a good sweat session. Personal trainer on the side?"
He chuckled, eyes darkening. "Something like that. Fitness is my thing—keeps me in shape for nights like this." Leaning across the bar, his breath brushed her ear. "You wanna skip the small talk? Your body's screaming for a proper cool-down."
Mia's breath hitched, heat pooling between her legs. "Right here? The bar's empty..."
"Staff area's right behind me. Door locks." Jax's hand brushed hers, sending sparks up her arm. "Unless you're all talk after that run."
"Fuck it," she whispered, standing up. "Lead the way."
They slipped into the small back room, the door clicking shut. Jax spun her against the wall, his mouth crashing onto hers in a hungry kiss. Tongues tangled as his hands roamed her sweat-damp skin, peeling the sports bra up to free her heavy tits. He groaned into her mouth, thumbs circling her hard nipples.
"These are fucking perfect," he muttered, dipping his head to suck one into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make her arch.
Mia gasped, fingers threading through his hair. "Jax... don't tease. My pussy's already soaked from watching you."
He dropped to his knees, yanking her yoga shorts and panties down in one tug. Her shaved pussy glistened under the dim light, clit swollen from the run and rising lust. "Look at this wet cunt. All that cardio got you dripping for cock?"
"Yes... eat me," she begged, spreading her legs wider, one foot on a crate for balance.
Jax dove in, his tongue lapping broad strokes from her entrance to her throbbing clit. He sucked the sensitive bud hard, two thick fingers plunging into her tight heat, curling to hit that spot that made her thighs quake. The wet sounds of his licking filled the room, mixed with her moans.
"Oh fuck, right there—your tongue feels so good on my clit," Mia panted, grinding against his face. Her juices coated his chin as he finger-fucked her faster, the fitness tension in her core twisting into pure pleasure.
He stood suddenly, spinning her to face the wall. "Bend over. I need to fuck this pussy now."
Mia braced her hands on the cool surface, ass pushed out invitingly. Jax freed his big cock—thick, veined, and rock-hard from holding back. He rubbed the fat head along her slit, teasing her entrance before slamming in deep with one thrust.
"Shit, you're tight," he growled, gripping her hips as he started pounding her from behind. The slap of skin echoed, her juicy ass rippling with each powerful stroke. "This is what you needed after your run, isn't it? A real workout for that cunt."
"Yes! Harder, Jax—fuck me like you mean it," she cried, pushing back to meet him. Her tits swung freely, nipples brushing the wall as he reached around to rub her clit in tight circles.
They shifted then, Jax sitting on a low bench and pulling her onto his lap facing him. Mia sank down onto his cock, her pussy stretching around his girth. She rode him hard, hands on his shoulders, bouncing so her ass smacked against his thighs. Sweat poured off them both, the seaside humidity making their bodies slick and slippery.
"God, your dick is hitting so deep... I'm gonna cum," she moaned, grinding her clit against his pubic bone with every drop.
"Cum on my cock, Mia. Let me feel that pussy squeeze me," he demanded, sucking a nipple into his mouth while spanking her ass lightly.
Her orgasm crashed over her first—walls pulsing, juices squirting lightly around his shaft as she shook and cried out. Jax didn't stop, flipping her onto her back on a stack of towels. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, driving in even deeper, his balls slapping her ass.
"Fuck, I'm close," he grunted, pace turning frantic. "Where do you want it?"
"Inside me—fill my pussy with your cum," she gasped, nails digging into his back.
With a roar, Jax buried himself to the hilt, cock throbbing as thick ropes of hot cum flooded her clenching cunt. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, the distant crash of waves filtering through the wall.
After a moment, he pulled out slowly, watching his seed drip from her swollen pussy. "Best cool-down I've ever given."
Mia laughed breathlessly, pulling him in for another kiss. "Same. Think I need another 'fitness session' tomorrow night?"
"Count on it," Jax replied, grinning as they straightened their clothes, the tension between them only just beginning to ease.
CATEGORIES: [Fitness, In the Hotel, Big Cock, Juicy ass, Creampie]
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