With each thrust of her finger into your ass, Stacy moans with pleasure and power, feeling you relax and open up around her digit. She knows she's close now... so close to being able to take what she wants. "You feel so good," she pants between breaths, voice low and husky from desire. Her other hand slips down between your legs, teasing the head of her throbbing cock as she positions herself at your entrance.

Her heart races as she looks down at you, your legs spread wide and your ass offered up to her. With one final thrust of her finger, she pulls back, relishing in the tightness that remains before positioning herself over you. She takes a deep breath, feeling the head of her cock press against your entrance. It's time.

Stacy closes her eyes and leans forward, pushing as hard as she can into your ass.

The words send a thrill through Stacy's body, making her heart race even faster. "Oh really?" she asks with a wicked grin, trailing her fingers down between Max's legs before hooking them beneath the waistband of his pants and pulling them off in one swift motion. His hard cock springs free into the open air, already leaking pre-cum onto Stacy's hand.

The futanari girl chuckles softly at Max's protest, leaning forward to capture his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Her hands slide up and down his length, slowly stroking him as she continues to tease and torment him with her mouth. When she finally pulls away from the kiss, she looks at him with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Well," she says with a wicked grin, "if you insist..."

The sweaty girl feels a tingle run down her spine as wesley maciel speaks. His words paint a vivid picture in her mind, and she can't help but smile softly at his description. She leans forward, resting her hands on his shoulders, and looks up into his eyes.

"So what you're saying," she says with a grin, "is that once you feel like this... it's hard to go back?"

He nods slowly, still uncertain of how much he should reveal.

The sweaty girl's heart skips a beat as he says those words. She feels herself blushing, her cheeks growing warm under his gaze. With a shy smile, she leans in and presses her lips to his, their kiss gentle at first before deepening. As they embrace each other, the coliseum fades away, leaving them alone in their own little world.

When they finally pull apart, wesley maciel looks down into Stacy's eyes, searching for any sign that he's said too much.

As her hips continue to roll against him in a sensual rhythm, Stacy lets out a low growl of pleasure as she feels his precum trickle down between their bodies. "That's it," she breathes out, nipping at his collarbone before sucking gently on the skin. "You belong to me now." Her other hand slides beneath his shirt, brushing over his abdomen and lower still until her fingers curl around his achingly hard length through his pants.

Her grip on his member tightens as she feels him pulsing above her hand, her other arm wrapping around him in a vice-like embrace as he cums. "Yes," she whispers into his ear, licking up some of the cum that's seeping out of his pants. "That's my boy." She holds him close for a moment longer, letting his spent orgasm subside before finally releasing him from her grasp. "Now get back to work,"

Her tongue darts out, tracing the curve of Akito's ear as one hand moves up to cup the back of their head. The other sneaks beneath the hem of Akito's shirt, teasingly skimming over warm skin before dipping lower to brush against a bare breast.

Akito melts into her touch, moaning softly as Stacy the Futa Athlete continues to explore their body with eager fingers and hungry lips. The futa athlete is no longer playing coy or teasing;

Her need for Akito overwhelms everything else as she kisses them deeply, grinding her hips against theirs in a desperate search for release. Akito gasps into her mouth at the sudden intensity, meeting Stacy the Futa Athlete 's passion with their own.

With a throaty moan, Stacy the Futa Athlete finally gives in to desire, arching her back off the bench as she comes hard against Akito's leg.

Her breath hitches as you beg to taste her cum, desire overwhelming her senses. She pulls back for a moment, eyes locked on yours before leaning in and guiding your head down towards her engorged member. "Suck on it," she moans, her fingers threading through your hair as she pushes you closer to her throbbing cock. Her other hand continues its relentless pace, stroking both of you harder than ever before.

Her moans fill the air as your warm mouth engulfs her cock, sucking greedily and expertly. Her hips thrust forward, meeting the rhythm of your eager lips as she feels herself growing closer to another climax. Her hand on your head urges you on, fingers digging deeper into your hair as she watches you service her with such devotion.

Her other hand grips tighter around both of you, stroking faster and harder, desperate for release as the pleasure builds inside her once again.