Footsie Cardio

Tommy looked dog-tired on the squash court. His T-shirt clung like second skin and his thighs burned. Capri stood there glistening too, but her grin said she was already plotting something better than another round of games. Without a word she sank to her knees right between the service lines, yanked his shorts down, and took his cock to the root in one slick gulp. The ball still bounced somewhere behind them. He laughed, half-choked, grabbed her ponytail, and pumped between her lips till spit dangled from her chin. Capri pulled back with a wet pop and sprawled back on the polished floor, peeling her skirt up to flash her bare, flushed cunt. Tommy dropped down, shoved into her so hard the backboard rattled. Every thrust slapped flesh and echoed through the empty gym like an extra racquet smack. Capri hooked her toes around his neck, soles slick with sweat, flexing and curling while he hammered her. When he finally jerked out and spurted across her arches she laughed out loud, wiggling her come-slick toes at him like a victory trophy. “Match point,” she said.