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After 2 hours and 24 minutes of a workout session, Mac and Delilah (almost breathless and drenched in sweat) finally make their way out of Mac’s car. Mac is currently dressed in his in his workout gear he wore this morning: his trusty black tank top, high school basketball shorts, and black Nikes. He rolls up the windows before he turns off the ignition. Riding back home with a lack of AC would concoct the impression that the humidity and summer heat would provide them the perspiration they so desire… and it did tenfold.
Mac watches on as Delilah slowly steps out of the car, still dressed in her outfit she wore at dinner: the lovely light pink sleeveless blouse. Her effervescent and inviting black dress shorts. Her toned (yet, soft) mesmerizing legs that are engulfed by her clinging and now extremely damp nude pantyhose. And last, but not at the bit least… her vivacious and durable 3-year-old pink satin ballet flats.
Delilah pauses mid-exit of the vehicle to grab her bottle of water from the cupholder. With a smile of sultry, she opens it, takes the orifice to her lips, and gulps down a splash of the H20 down her throat. Some of of the water escapes the suction of her mouth, and it begins to trail down her neck until it finally connects with her blouse.
Delilah takes a sigh of satisfaction, and looks at Mac, who’s eyes are fixated on the trail of water still seeping into her shirt. Delilah giggles, and says to him “What? I’m fuckin’ thirsty. Hehehe.” She then steps completely out of the car, and shuts the passenger door. Mac pauses for a brief second to shake his head at just how much sexual control she has, and finally steps out of the car, locking the door.
“I am so glad my pantyhose didn’t rip. I was trying really hard to make sure they didn’t. HA!” she adds. Mac rotates his neck, and looks at his girlfriend. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up with you, girl.” Mac says, taking his towel to wipe more sweat from his forehead. Delilah walks up the steps leading to his front door, turns around and asks “Whatever do you mean, tiger?”
Mac follows suit, and faces her, saying “I mean… pushups, situps… butterfly stretches, 20 minutes of the bike… 25 minutes on the fucking treadmill, 3 reps of 20 leg lifts, 3 reps of 10 platform jumps… 30 minutes of fucking ZUMBA, for God’s sake, leg curls, leg squats, leg lunges, splits, knee lifts, calf raises… and… and KIP-UPs? You did a friggin’ KIP-UP?”
Delilah laughs, and shrugs it off “I mean… yeah? What’s it to ya, huh? I’m a fuckin’ tomboy. Besides, I only did the kip-up because I like Shawn Michaels, you know that already!”
Shaking his head again in impressed amusement, he asks her “So, did I leave anything out, my Heartbreak Kid?”
Delilah pouts her lips in thought, and says “Hmmmmmm, nope. That was about it tonight. Haha.” She steps back into the front door, and ponders again, biting her lip. “Hmm… now that I think about it… there is ONE thing we forgot to do. But we have to be VERY QUIET…”
Mac, feeling his hardness once again poke through his shorts, folds his arms and says in a hushed tone “And pray tell, what could that possibly be?”
Delilah leans more into the front door, and looks directly at Mac. She then says “This one particular stretch I need your help with. That is… if you’re man enough and not too much of a chicken shit to do it.” She then sticks her tongue out at him, and softly giggles.
Mac opens his mouth in feint shock, and chuckles “Ohhh, hahahaaa, you done fucked up, girl. You know that, right? You know you’ve fucked up? I’m just checking to make sure that you are aware of the fuckup you are currently transgressing.”
Delilah smirks, and says back “Well, then, don’t be a pussy and show me how much I fucked up then. Now pick me up, tiger.”
“Pick you up, huh?”
“That’s right. Show me those sexy muscles of yours and pick up your girlfriend. Or am I too much WOMAN for you to handle?”
“Oh, that’s it, you definitely hav–“
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, blah, blah, I fucked bursa escort up. Now pick me up.”
They both share another laugh as Mac finally reaches around with his hands to grab her directly on her buttocks. Smiling, Mac says to her “Oooh, someone’s been doing the J.Lo workout methods, hasn’t she?”
Biting her lip, Delilah says back “Yep… that’s my ass for ya. Been also doing a lot of twerking when no one is looking.”
“Oh, is THAT right? Delly is a twerker now?”
“If you’re lucky, you might see it inside.”
“I’m gonna see it, trust me.”
“Oh, you are, are ya?”
“That’s right.”
“Then you better pick me up and do it right.”
Mac finally grunts, and raises Delilah with his arms. Her back slides up against the door from the sweat collected on her blouse, and she softly squeals in delight from the levitation. His crotch fuses with her own, as the both of their shorts share a unique bond with each other. As Delilah’s legs become suspended above the concrete floor of the porch, she lets them bounce around against the door before she wraps them around Mac’s waist.
“That’s it. Hold on with them extra tight.” Mac instructs. Delilah nods, and begins to connect her ankles together around Mac’s backside. Taking it a level further, she allows her feet to clench against each other, and her ankles lock tightly in a firm grip. “Now I got you trapped around me.” Delilah says, and kisses his forehead, tasting the sweat. “Mmm, your sweat tastes really nice, tiger.”
“Delilah, do you have any idea what you are doing right now?” Mac asks her. She nods, and says “Yes. And we need to be careful to not wake anyone up out here. So let’s get this over with.”
“I’m following your lead here.”
“Good… now… thrust. Thrust into me.”
Taking her cue, Mac begins to softly hump between her, and she returns the gesture with a soft thrust against him. “Oh, shit…” she says in a whisper. “Go on, Mac… thrust more.” Mac nods, and begins to slowly pick up the pace. In retaliation, Delilah’s back slides up and down the front door, and she allows her head to lean back against it which makes itself join in the sliding. Her eyes are closed, and subtle whimpers can be heard in the close proximity of the porch.
“Mmh… uugh… agh…” Delilah grunts out as quietly as she possibly can, and the moans coming from her mouth gives Mac the determination to go just a bit faster. “Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening.” Mac blurts out in a whisper.
“Shut the fuck up, you’re too loud, dude.”
“You’re the one who’s all moaning there like a puppy.”
“Shut up, just keep going!”
Delilah’s feet begin to flex into each other, and her flats bend from her toes. Mac can feel the sensation of her heels digging more into him, and he sighs and begins to take more forceful thrusts between Delilah’s shorts. She returns the favor by grabbing his back with her hands until they reach the back of his shoulders. “That’s it.. nng… harder. Thrust harder, Mac. I want it. Fuck, I want it.”
“Oh, you want it? You want it rough?” Mac asks her, loving how her resolve is withering with each thrust he takes. Delilah wants to yell out, but snaps back into reality enough to not wake up the neighborhood. In a shouted whisper, she says back “I fucking want it. Now give it to me. Give it to me, Mac.”
Mac leans in to kiss her deeply, and she allows her tongue to puncture into his mouth. She swirls it around until it touches his own, and they share a passionate kiss. She sighs through the kiss, and pulls him closer by the back of his head. Mac finds himself grabbing onto the bottoms of her thighs. Hesitant, he looks at her and stops the kiss. “As taboo as this is, I don’t think I can continue this outside. I want to hear you, Del. We can’t be all suppressed out here.”
As her head rises from his thrust once more, she nods and says “Take me inside. Please.”
Mac reaches into his pocket for his house key, and Delilah continues to tease him by planting kisses all over his neck and cheeks. The sudden furor makes Mac drop his keys, and bursa escort bayan he is stuck between carrying Delilah, and using his leg strength to lower down to retrieve them.
“God, I’m so sweaty.” Delilah says in a quiet tease, not letting up. “I bet my feet are just stenched to kingdom come.” She kisses him deeply on the lips, forcing him to return it as he finally snatches the fallen keys on the ground. He submits, and resumes to thrusting between her against the door, making her gasp in pleasure. “Come on… come on.. uugh, that’s it… give it to me.” she gasps out, and she kisses his left cheek again. “God, my feet stink so bad, don’t they?”
Mac fiddles with the keys as they jingle in the quiet porch, and he tries to insert the house key into the lock. It doesn’t connect as he finally notices it is upside down. Grunting in disgust, Mac turns it around as Delilah giggles, saying to him “Come on, tiger, don’t you want me? Don’t you want my feet in these flats and pantyhose?”
Now in a desperate disposition, Mac finally inserts the key into the lock correctly, only to submit to his urges again and thrust into Delilah. She giggles in pleasure, and holds his back again with her arms, instructing him with “Yeah, that’s it. Take it. Take me. Take me, Mac. Take all of me. Show me how much you want my feet. Mng, yes, take it…”
“Fuck, I gotta open this damn door.” Mac says and finally twists the key, along with the door knob. The door finally opens as Mac thrusts between Delilah’s shorts, almost knocking them both over. Delilah squeals again, and looks on as Mac closes the front door with his left foot. She holds onto him for dear life, and she doesn’t let go an inch. Looking at the steps, she instructs him “Take me upstairs, Mac. Come on, you can do it. Work out those legs.”
Step by step, thrust by thrust, Mac makes his way up each step as he carries Delilah. She allows her fingers to brush against his hair, and she resumes to kissing him. Mac is unable to close his eyes this time as he is focused on making it up the stairs. Finally, he makes his way to the top, and Delilah stops the kiss. “Your room. Now.”
Mac walks to his room, and pushes the door open with Delilah’s back as she turns the knob. Once inside, she flicks the light switch on, illuminating the entire area. Delilah then closes the door back, and motions for him to place her against it. “Ok… ok.” She says in between breaths. “Now… now you can continue.”
Mac looks at her, and attaches her back against the closed door. “God, Del…”
“I love you, Mac.”
“I love you, Delilah. So much.”
“Good… now please… please make me cum, tiger.”
With that plea, Mac finally lets go and thrusts between her shorts with all his passion. His hard cock through his own shorts pokes against her crouch, and she finally begins to moan at a more normal frequency. “Harder, Mac. Give me all you got!”
Mac brings his arms under her thighs again and this time, he raises them so that her legs and feet almost become parallel with their heads. Delilah watches her own feet as they bounce and swing from the force of Mac’s thrusting. She allows her toes to flex inside the flats, staring as she enjoys how much her feet are enjoying the activity. “God, I wish you could see my feet right now, Mac. Hehehe.”
“Mnng, God, I don’t have enough eyes. Fuck…”
“Hang on, I got an idea…”
Reaching into her pocket, Delilah pulls out her smartphone, and turns on the power. She then presses the Camera app, and lets it load up. “I am gonna film my feet for you. Hehe.”
“Holy shit, Del, are you serious?”
“You just better not fucking put this on Pornhub or some shit like that!”
“Of course not!”
“At least not yet!” She says with wink before she presses Record on the camera. “Ok, all set, now keep going.” Mac continues to thrust, and Delilah makes sure she gets the best shot possible of her feet in her her flats. As she gasps in pleasure, she smirks and starts to speak:
“Mnng, ok… so it’s now late Sunday night/morning… agh… agh… and Mac escort bursa is currently PLOWING me between my shorts. Hehehe… we spent the entire Saturday together with our friends, and I was teasing him with my feet all day. I mean, you have no idea how much I riled him up today. And guess what? Uugh, fuck! After we went to dinner, I told him I would work out with him in my outfit. I am currently wearing a pink blouse… UUGH! Black shorts, and my pantyhose and pink ballet flats.” She zooms in onto her left foot, and curls her toes hard inside the flat. “I’ve had these babies for 3 years now… and they really… really… REALLY make my feet stink. Mmmhmm. MMMH! And because my feet fucking stink badly, Mac can’t help it but to just pile-drive the fuck out of me, can’t he? Can’t you, Macky-poo?”
“Oh, my God, this is insane!” Mac says, and goes fast and direct between her shorts. Delilah’s giggles turn into complete moans. “Oh, my GOD!” Delilah yells, and she drops her phone while it’s still recording. Luckily, it lands on Mac’s pillow on the bed, and through a stroke of happenstance, the angle it lands on allows it to keep recording.
Delilah moans as Mac dry humps her against his door, and her feet wiggle and scrunch hard in her flats as they bounce in mid-air. “That’s it, Mac. Give me everything you got. Make me cum now. DO IT!”
Mac’s shorts can be heard rubbing against Delilah’s. Placing her legs on both of his shoulders, he rubs on them to feel the smoothness of her pantyhosed thighs (and to demonstrate Del’s yoga flexibility). Delilah allows her arms and hands to tangle with the wall next to her left, and Mac’s drawer on her right side. Giving into her own submission, she looks at Mac with glassy eyes, and begs him “Please, Mackenzie. I need to cum. Please make me cum through my shorts…”
“Are you gonna cum hard for me, Delilah?”
“Yes!”
“Are you gonna cum all over me?”
“Y-yes yes! Yes!”
“Are you gonna soak my shorts?”
“God, yes!”
“Hehehe… hey, Delilah?”
“Ugh, yes, tiger?”
“… Got milk?”
Delilah smirks, and says “You son of a bitch…”
“PAYBACK! HAHAHA! Now CUM!” Mac yells, and he thrusts hard and rapidly between her. Delilah closes her eyes, and grunts from the force of his shorts-covered cock. Her right flat slips off her heel, and the extreme movement makes it fall completely off, showing off her beautiful foot in pantyhose. Her pink-polished toes curl and wiggle in gratification, and she holds on to the wall and drawer tight:
“Ugh… UUGH… oh, my God! Yes… FUCK YES! YESSS!!!”
“Cum, baby. Cum for me.” Mac says in a calm manner as Delilah’s curdling screams take over the room. “Let it all out for me. Soak me good, ok?”
“UUUGHGHGHHGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”
Delilah’s body twitches and contorts as a wave of climax trails through her vagina. Her juices erupt as she squirms and shivers from the feeling of her shorts, which are now completely soaked in the middle. She sobs as euphoric tears pour down her eyes, feeling Mac still thrusting hard but slowing down at her pace. “Oh, my GOD!” She yells as another sexual convulsion triggers her second burst.
Delilah’s body slumps against Mac’s door, and her eyes almost roll onto the back of her head. Her hair is soaked and frizzed with excitement, and she is breathing hard and content. Mac smiles, falling in love with her all over again. “That’s it, Del… you did great. Amazing…”
Mac carries her weakened body onto his bed, and he lays her down as she finally lets her legs collapse. Delilah breathes hard, still shivering and shaking from the orgasm. Looking at Mac, she softly says with tears in her eyes “I love you so much… I love you…”
Mac strokes her hair softly, and says back “I love you, too. Take a break, ok?”
“Just… just give me a few minutes… just give me… a bit…”
“Take your time, ok?”
“We’re not done, yet. You still need to… take care of my… my feet…”
“Shhhhhh… rest.”
Fatigue weighs in, and Delilah closes her eyes, still speaking “Just… gimme a second… Need… need to rest my eyes for just a… a…”
Delilah finally sighs, and soon sleeps. Mac leans in to kiss her forehead softly, whispering “I’ll wake you up soon.” Mac then picks up her phone and presses the Stop icon, ending the recording video.
TO BE CONTINUED
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