The sight of Takumi's cock still rock hard and glistening with her saliva and his own cum, throbbing defiantly as if he'd barely scratched the surface of his stamina... it reignited something primal in her.
She growled. She shoved him back onto the mat with one powerful palm against his chest. Takumi landed with a thud, his muscular frame bouncing slightly, that smug smile that danced on his face didn't leave. His erection stood tall, veined and imposing, the tip already beading with fresh precum like it was daring her to break him.
Mirko straddled him in an instant, her thick, muscular thighs clamping down on his hips like a vice, pinning him in place. Her white bunny tail flicked excitedly behind her, brushing against his legs as she hovered over him, her dripping pussy lips grazing the head of his cock teasingly.
The heat radiating from her core was intense, her arousal dripping onto his shaft, coating it in her slick juices. She ground down slowly, letting just the tip part her folds, stretching her entrance with that delicious burn. "Fuck... you're still so goddamn hard," she hissed through gritted teeth, her hands planting on his broad chest for leverage, nails digging into his pecs hard enough to leave red crescents.
Takumi's hands shot up to grab her hips, fingers sinking into the firm yet plush flesh of her ass cheeks, pulling her down harder. "Ride me, Mirko." He wanted to see if this hero pussy could handle a real challenge. His voice was filled with lust, hips bucking up to spear another inch inside her. The sudden intrusion made her gasp, her walls clenching involuntarily around the invading girth, every ridge and vein dragging against her sensitive inner flesh.
She sank down fully with a deliberate slowness, savouring the way the way he filled her completely, stretching her to her limits, the head of his cock pressing firmly against her cervix in a way that sent jolts of pleasure-pain radiating through her body. "Nng... shit, you're so deep..." she moaned, her head tilting backwards. Her bunny ears flopping slightly as she adjusted to the fullness. Her abs flexed visibly under her toned stomach, breasts heaving with each breath, dark nipples begging for attention.
For a moment, she sat there impaled by him, her pussy pulsing around his length in rhythmic squeezes, milking him without moving an inch. Takumi groaned low in his throat, his thumbs tracing the curve where her thighs met her ass, spreading her cheeks slightly to watch where they connected, his thick shaft buried balls deep in her slick heat, her lips stretched taut around him.
Then, with a wicked smirk, Mirko started to move. Slow at first, her hips rolling in deep, hypnotic circles, grinding her swollen clit against his pelvis with every rotation. The friction was electric, building that coil of heat in her belly anew. "Feel that?" She purred, leaning forward to brace her hands on his shoulders, her breasts dangling teasingly close to his face.
Takumi wasn't one to submit easily. He thrust up sharply to meet her grind, slamming into her with enough force to make her ass jiggle. "You're dripping all over me again little bunny." One hand slid up to cup a heavy breast, pinching the nipple hard between his fingers.
The pinch sent a sharp spark straight to her core, making her pussy clamp down even harder. "Ahhh... Fuck you!" She snarled, but there was no venom in it, only a raw need. She picked up her pace, her powerful legs driving up and down in a relentless bounce, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the empty gym like rhythmic applause.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Each descent took him to the hilt, her ass cheeks clapping against his thighs, the impact rippling through her toned body.
Sweat beaded on her dark skin, trickling down the valley between her breasts as she rode him harder and faster. Her bunny ears twitched with every thrust, sensitive to the building tension, and when Takumi reached up to grab one she shuddered violently, as fresh squirt escaped her pussy to soak his balls. "Dont... nnghh... stop touching them," she demanded breathlessly, contradicting herself as pleasure overwhelmed her.
He obliged, tugging and stroking her ears while his other hand smacked her ass sharply... Crack!... the sound sharp and satisfying, leaving a red handprint on her cheek.
The sting only fueled her, making her slam down with more force, her walls fluttering wildly. "Yes... harder, you bastard," she gasped, her rhythm turning frantic.
Takumi sat up suddenly, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her flush against him, their sweat-slicked chests pressing together. He captured her lips in a brushing kiss, tongues battling for dominance as he pistoled his hips upwards, fucking into her with short, brutal thrusts that hit her G-spot relentlessly. Mirko moaned into his mouth, nails raking down his back, leaving fiery trails as she ground back against him.
Breaking the kiss, she pushed him back down and spun around without dismounting, reverse cowgirl now, her ass on full display as she planted her feet on either side of him for leverage. "Watch this," her ruby eyes locked with his as she began to twerk on his cock. Her glutes flexed and bounced hypnotically, swallowing his length over and over again, the sight obscene and mesmerizing, her pussy lips gripping him tightly on every upstroke, juices foaming at the base.
Takumi's hands gripped her hips bruisingly, guiding her slams as he thrust his way up to meet her. "Goddamn... keep going..." he grunted, mesmerized by the jiggle and the way her tail kept flicking with each motion.
The new angle hit deeper, rubbing against new spots inside her, and Mirko's moans only grew louder and unrestrained. "Fuck... right there! Don't you dare stop!" Her fingers found her clit, rubbing furious circles as she bounced, the dual stimulation pushing her toward oblivion.
It hit her like a tidal wave, her orgasm crashing through her body in violent spasms, pussy convulsing around his cock like a fist, squirting forcefully enough to splash against his abdomen. "Aaaahhh... cumming! Fuck, Yes!" she screamed, body shaking, ears standing straight up as waves of ecstasy ripped through her.
The tightness milked Takumi mercilessly, and he roared as he followed, hips bucking erratically as he flooded her depths with thick ropes of cum, spurt after hot spurt, painting her walls white until it leaked out around his shaft.
But even as she collapsed forward, panting and trembling, Takumi's cock twitched inside her... still hard, still ready. He flipped her onto her back in one fluid motion, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. "Not done yet, rabbit." he whispered darkly, spreading her legs wide.
Mirko's eyes widened with a mix of exhaustion and excitement, her pussy clenching in anticipation as he lined up again. "Bring it, then."
He slammed back in without mercy, setting a punishing pace, deep, grinding thrusts that made her breasts bounce wildly, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. The gym filled with their mingled cries, the wet sounds of their joining, the slap of flesh, the battle raging on into doggy style next, her ass high in the air as he pounded from behind, pulling her ears like reins...
Hours blurred into a haze of positions, orgasms and challenges, standing against the wall, her legs hooked over his arms as he fucked her mid-air, bent over the weight bench, his hand fisting her hair, even pinning her against the mirrors, watching their reflections as he claimed her again and again.
By the end of it, they were both spent, bodies slick and marked, but neither would admit defeat. Mirko lay sprawled beneath him, chest heaving, a satisfied smirk on her lips despite the cum leaking from her pussy. "Not bad Takumi. Rematch anytime."
He chuckled weakly, still buried inside of her. "Anytime Mirko. But next time, I'll make you beg."