It was a hot summer day, and the local gym was packed with sweaty bodies, each trying to beat the heat and stay in shape. Among them was Jack, a tall and muscular man in his early thirties, who had just finished his daily workout.
As he entered the locker room, he noticed a petite teenager sitting alone on a bench, her legs crossed and her head buried in a book. She couldn’t have been a day over eighteen, with her long brown hair cascading down her shoulders and her youthful face free of any blemishes.
Jack couldn’t help but feel drawn to her, and as he approached her, he noticed the intricate tattoo on her lower back, peeking out from under her sports bra. It was a delicate rose, surrounded by a swirl of vines and leaves, and it suited her perfectly.
“Hey, I couldn’t help but notice your tattoo,” Jack said, trying to sound casual. “It’s really beautiful.”
The girl looked up, startled, and smiled. “Oh, thank you,” she said, her voice soft and melodic. “I got it a few months ago. It’s my first tattoo.”
Jack sat down next to her, his eyes never leaving the tattoo. “It’s really well done,” he said. “Do you mind if I ask who did it?”
The girl hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. “Sure, it was this guy named Mike. He has a shop downtown. I’ve heard he’s really good.”
Jack nodded, committing the name to memory. “I’ll have to check him out,” he said.
They sat in silence for a few moments, the tension between them growing with each passing second. Jack could feel his heart racing, and he knew he had to make a move before it was too late.
He leaned in, his eyes locked on the girl’s, and kissed her gently on the lips. She responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to meet his.
They broke apart, both of them breathless. “Do you want to get out of here?” Jack asked, his voice husky with desire.
The girl nodded, and they quickly gathered their things and left the locker room.
Once outside, Jack hailed a cab and gave the driver the address of a nearby hotel. The girl snuggled up next to him, her hand resting on his thigh.
As they pulled up to the hotel, Jack handed the driver a wad of cash and ushered the girl inside. They took the elevator to the top floor and stumbled into the room, their hands all over each other.
Jack pushed the girl up against the wall, his mouth devouring hers. She moaned, her fingers digging into his back.
He reached down, his hand sliding up her thigh and under her skirt. She was wet, her pussy slick with desire.
Jack broke away, his eyes dark with need. “I want you,” he growled, his fingers teasing her clit.
The girl nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Yes, yes,” she moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.
Jack pulled off her skirt and underwear, his eyes taking in her perfect body. He knelt down, his tongue tracing a path from her navel to her pussy.
She cried out, her hands gripping his hair. Jack licked and sucked, his fingers sliding in and out of her.
The girl’s orgasm was intense, her body shuddering with pleasure. Jack stood up, his cock hard and ready.
He entered her slowly, his hands on her hips. She moaned, her legs wrapped around his waist.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. Jack’s thrusts grew harder, his balls slapping against her ass.
The girl cried out, her orgasm building once again. Jack’s own release was imminent, his cock throbbing deep inside her.
With a final thrust, he came, his seed filling her up. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent.
“That was amazing,” the girl whispered, her head resting on Jack’s chest.
Jack smiled, his fingers tracing circles on her back. “Yes, it was,” he said, his eyes already drifting closed.
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