Tim's thumbs flew across his phone, the whiskey haze making every meme funnier than the last. "Star, you crushed that deadlift PR last week. My ass is still sore just watching the video. When are we judging again? I need my hip-to-hip partner in crime."
Star fired back instantly, her VP edge sharp even through the screen. "Tim, you lost 75 pounds and still bench like a beast. Don't play humble—your cocky grin in those federation pics says it all. But yeah, next meet's in two weeks. Bring better memes or I'll bench you out of the judges' chair."
The texts grew sloppier, drunker, laced with that electric flirt they'd danced around for months. Tim's mind wandered to her strong frame, the way she commanded a room. Horny and bold, he snapped the shot: his massive 10.5-inch cock, thick and hard, veins pulsing in the dim light. "Something to wake up to," he typed, hitting send before passing out.
Morning light sliced through Star's blinds. She blinked at her phone, and there it was—Tim's cock staring back, erect and unapologetic. A slow, wicked smile curved her lips. Her pussy clenched, already wet and dripping at the sight. She texted without hesitation: "Tim. You absolute bastard. Sending me that monster while I'm sleeping? My pussy's throbbing. Get your ass over here now. I'm not waiting."
Tim stirred to the buzz, heart pounding as he read. He was at her door in twenty minutes flat, still half-asleep but rock hard again. Star answered in nothing but a tank top that hugged her powerlifter curves, eyes blazing with hunger and wit. "Look at you, all 28 years of reformed powerlifter swagger. That cock's even bigger in person. But don't think you're running this show."
She shoved him against the wall, her strong hands gripping his shoulders. "Pants off. Now." Tim grinned, shedding them as her fingers wrapped around his throbbing length. "Star, you've got me sweating already. That text woke me up harder than any lift."
"Good," she purred, dropping to her knees for a slow, teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as she took him deep. "Your cock tastes like trouble. I like it." She stood, pushing him to the bed, straddling his hips with athletic grace. Her pussy was soaked, dripping onto him as she sank down, taking every inch with a gasp. "Fuck, Tim—10.5 inches of pure heat. Don't you dare hold back."
They moved like a contest, her riding him hard, ass slapping against his thighs, both panting and sweating. "You're so wet and tight," he groaned, hands on her powerful hips. "Horny little VP, aren't you?"
"Witty as ever," she shot back, grinding down with control, her strong thighs flexing. "Make me come, or I'll edge you till you beg." The rhythm built—her pussy clenching, his cock pulsing—until she came with a sharp cry, body shaking, then he followed, cum spilling deep as they collapsed in a tangled, breathless heap.
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