Head pounds from last night’s booze. Stairs creak. Massive house dead quiet. Everyone crashed out. Kitchen glows. Fridge hums low. Not alone. Manon flows through yoga poses, TV fitness babe barking orders softly.
“Hey Olivier, sleep okay?”
The Awakening
“Uh, yeah. You?”
“Like you see,” she winks. Back turned. Black leggings mold her tight little ass. Ponytail swings with every stretch.
“Coffee’s fresh. Help yourself,” she grins over shoulder. Eyes flick down. My boxer’s tented hard. Morning chub throbs.
“Morning wood club, huh?”
Blood rushes south. Instant alert. Manon’s my sister’s girl. Both at elite Paris biz school. Pure high-class vibe. Elegant talk, moves like silk. Last night at the dive club, she magnetized every dude’s stare.
Twenty minutes she’s twisting. Cobra pose. Belly flat, tits lift and drop. Cleavage taunts. Wood swells brutal. Ass up, inviting. TV chick’s voice fades.
She snaps back. “Come here. Need help. Get behind, pull my arms back.” Orders like I’m staff. No eye contact.
Step close. Hide raging cobra. Grip her firm forearms. She arches chest forward. We face the screen. Sculpted instructor bends.
“Hot, right?”
“Who? Her?”
Boom. Hips snap back. Crack engulfs my shaft through fabric. Freeze. Pleasure spikes. Fear prickles. She grinds slow. Pure ecstasy. Hands itch for hips.
“Who else? Okay, done. Let go.”
Dazed, horny mess. Duck behind counter. Sip coffee. Heart hammers. Hot cold bitch. Ignores me. Sits lotus. Back straight, sweat glistens on tan skin.
Club flash: 3 AM. Whispers to sis, vanishes to bathroom. Out fifteen later, hair fixed. Bouncer trails, smirking. Quickie queen. Classy slut. Thrives on low-class dick maybe.
Gotta bust. Yank out cock. Boxers ankles. Eyes shut. Picture throat-fuck. Cum blast her pretty face.
Peek. She’s gold. Hands on knees. Regal poise. Stroke faster. Edge hits.
The Act
Ponytail sways. Unwinds. Stands graceful. Legs unfold endless. Turns. Locks eyes. Steps close.
“Again. But lose the boxers.”
Busted. Hands up. “Caught red-handed.”
Leans over counter. Peers. “Mmm, solid dick. Quit jerking. Behind me. Now.” Eye-rolls playful.
Scramble around. Cock leads. Press shaft to her legging-clad mound. Slide in crack bold. She yanks sports top off. Tits free. Perfect rounds. Squeeze hard. Mouth on neck. Salty sweat. Nibble.
“Yoga fan?”
“Love capping with hard fuck!”
Leggings peel. Bunch at knees. Trapped. Spins. Half-lidded eyes. “Shove it in. Pussy’s soaked.”
Aim. Plunge balls-deep. One thrust. High-pitched yelp.
Pound her slit savage. Builds fierce. Gasps loud. Palm her mouth. “Love morning cock, Manon? Someone walks in?”
Muffled: “Fuck no, hotter… Ass now. Ram it hard! Love anal.”
Classy ass begs. Can’t deny. Yank from dripping cunt. Head at pucker. Glide in smooth. Tight heaven. No fight.
Drill her shitter. Balls smack wet pussy. Rhythmic slaps. She quakes. Nears bliss.
“Cumming, Olivier! Don’t stop!”
Arches wild. Anal waves crash. Legs buckle. Bites my hand stifling screams.
Vision shreds. Pump faster. Erupt deep. Flood her guts. Rope after rope.
Collapse on her back. Chests heave sync. Sweat slicks us. House stirs faint. Risk electric. Heart races. Secret locked. Dared the unthinkable. Forbidden high lingers. Worth every pulse.