By: SoleSurrenderOne
PART 1
In the dim glow of his bedroom window, hidden behind the gauzy curtains, Alex had always found his secret thrill. At 18, he was the quiet type skinny, unassuming, with a mop of unruly brown hair that he never bothered to tame. But beneath that average exterior burned a fire that no one suspected, especially not his 19 year old sister, Ava. She was the star athlete of the family, standing at 5'7" with a lithe yet powerfully built frame honed from relentless wrestling sessions. Her long, wavy auburn hair was often tied back in a messy ponytail, framing a face with sharp green eyes, full lips, and a smattering of freckles across her nose. Ava's body was a masterpiece of athletic grace: broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, her C cup breasts firm under her sports bras, and hips that flared into thick, muscular thighs and a round, bubble butt that jiggled just enough during her workouts to drive Alex wild. Her skin glowed with a perpetual light sheen of sweat, and she carried herself with the confident swagger of someone who dominated on the mats.
His obsession started innocently enough, peeking through the crack in the bathroom door as she showered off the grime of training. But it evolved, twisted into something darker, more consuming. He'd wait until she collapsed into bed after practice, exhausted and oblivious, then slip into her room like a shadow.
His hands trembled as he approached her that first time, months ago. Ava lay face down, her tight black leggings and cropped tank top peeled off and discarded, clad only in her snug boy short panties. The air was thick with the musky scent of her exertion sweat soaked skin, the faint tang of the mats, and something earthier, more primal from between her cheeks. Alex's heart pounded as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down slowly, inch by inch. Her ass cheeks parted just enough to reveal the hidden valley, glistening faintly from the day's labor, her puckered asshole slightly darkened from the sweat and friction. He leaned in, nose brushing against the warm, damp flesh, inhaling deeply. The smell hit him like a drug salty sweat mixed with the sharp, pungent aroma of her unwashed crack, a hint of her body's natural musk that carried a faint, cheesy undertone from hours of clenching during drills, making his cock twitch in his shorts.
Emboldened, he pressed his tongue forward, lapping at the crease where her cheeks met. The taste was intoxicating: bitter sweat, a subtle saltiness, and the underlying tang of her asshole, still carrying the residue of her intense workout, with a subtle bitterness like overripe fruit mixed with earthy soil. Ava stirred slightly in her sleep but didn't wake, murmuring something incoherent. Alex licked deeper, his tongue circling the puckered ring, savoring every fold, probing gently to taste the deeper, more acrid notes hidden within. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her body relaxed under his forbidden touch. From that night on, it became ritual. After every practice, he'd sneak in, expose her ass, and devour it sniffing, licking, even rubbing his face against it until his cheeks were smeared with her essence, inhaling any lingering pockets of gas that escaped her relaxed hole. It was his fuel, his addiction, making him bolder, hornier, more desperate.
One crisp autumn afternoon, Ava burst into the living room, her gym bag slung over her shoulder. 'Hey, loser,' she teased, ruffling Alex's hair as he lounged on the couch, pretending to watch TV. 'Wanna come watch my team's practice? The girls are sparring today, and Coach says it's open. Might toughen you up a bit you're like a wet noodle.' Alex's pulse quickened. An excuse to be near her, surrounded by the scent of exertion? He nodded eagerly, hiding his excitement behind a shrug. God, yes, he thought, get me close to that perfect ass after she's been grinding on the mats all day. 'Sure, why not.'
The gym was alive with the thud of bodies hitting mats, the sharp grunts of effort, and the squeak of sneakers on polished floors. Ava's teammates a fierce group of college aged women, all muscle and confidence were in the thick of it. There was Brooke, the tall 5'10" blonde with endless, toned legs that looked like they could crush a watermelon, her straight golden hair cascading down her back, piercing blue eyes, and a lean, runner's build accentuated by her D cup chest; Jordan, the curvy 5'6" brunette with powerful, veined arms from endless takedowns, her shoulder length chocolate waves framing a heart shaped face with warm hazel eyes and plump lips, her hourglass figure boasting full E cup breasts and wide hips; and Casey, the petite 5'3" powerhouse redhead with freckled skin, fiery orange curls pulled into a bun, emerald eyes that sparkled with mischief, and a compact, muscular frame packed with explosive strength, her B cup breasts perky and her ass surprisingly thick for her size. They all wore form fitting black leggings that hugged every curve and contour, the fabric stretching taut over their glutes and thighs, paired with moisture wicking tank tops in various colors neon green for Brooke, royal blue for Jordan, and hot pink for Casey that clung to their sweat glistened torsos, outlining hardened nipples and the ripple of abs beneath.
Alex sat on the bleachers, eyes glued to Ava as she warmed up, stretching her powerful thighs and arching her back in her gray leggings and white tank top. The air hummed with feminine energy, a cocktail of perfumes, deodorant, and the underlying sharpness of sweat. But his focus was Ava her ass flexing as she bent over, the leggings riding up just enough to outline the crease of her cheeks and the faint camel toe at her crotch. Look at that curve, he mused inwardly, I bet it's ripe already, all sweaty and ready for me to bury my face in later.
After a few rounds, the girls noticed him. 'Who's the spectator?' Brooke called out, wiping sweat from her brow as she sauntered over, her long legs striding confidently, hips swaying in those skin tight leggings. Ava grinned. 'My brother, Alex. Thought I'd drag him out of his cave.' Jordan smirked, flexing her thick arms, her tank top straining against her chest. 'He looks scrawny. Bet he couldn't take on a fly. Come on, Ava, show him up pin him quick so we can get back to real practice.' Casey laughed, her compact body bouncing as she nudged Ava, her pink top damp with sweat. 'Yeah, make him wrestle you. Bet he'll cry uncle in seconds. Get on top and squash him flat!' The group erupted in chuckles, egging her on. Ava raised an eyebrow at Alex, her tone dripping with mock pity. 'What do you say, bro? Afraid I'll embarrass you in front of everyone? You're such a wimp, but hey, at least try not to look too pathetic.'
Oh, humiliate me more, Alex thought, a thrill shooting through him at her burn, his cock stirring at the degradation. Call me out, sis makes it hotter when I get to taste your ass later. His stomach twisted with delicious shame. He was weak zero muscle tone, no training but the thought of grappling with her, getting close to that glorious ass? Irresistible, even if the crowd made it riskier. 'Fine,' he muttered, standing up, cheeks flushing. 'But don't cry when I pin you.' The girls hooted, clearing a mat for them and circling around like a pack, their leggings clad legs forming a tight ring, oblivious to any ulterior motives, just hyped for some fun sibling sparring. Ava adjusted her leggings, the fabric snapping back against her skin, while Alex, in his baggy shorts and t shirt, felt exposed, ridiculous. But as they circled each other, his mind raced ahead to the prize, though the surrounding eyes made his heart race with a mix of excitement and unease.
The whistle blew or rather, Casey mimicked one with a sharp whistle and Ava lunged. She was fast, wrapping her arms around his waist and flipping him onto the mat with ease. Alex hit the ground hard, wind knocked out, the girls jeering from their close circle. 'Get him, Ava! Squash that little shrimp!' Jordan yelled, her curves jiggling as she clapped, leaning in so near her blue tank top brushed the mat's edge. Yes, pin me down, Alex's mind raced, make me your bitch so I can flip this and shove my nose in your crack. Instead of fighting back properly, he twisted deliberately, positioning himself behind her as she tried to mount him. His face dove toward her backside, pressing right up against the curve of her ass through the thin leggings. The fabric was damp, warm from her earlier spars, stretched so tight it felt like a second skin, and he inhaled sharply the familiar musk flooding his senses, amplified by the fresh sweat, a heady mix of salty perspiration and the faint, budding sharpness of her inner heat. The girls crowded tighter, their cheers drowning out any subtlety, thinking it all part of the innocent tussle.
Ava grunted, trying to roll away, but Alex clung, his nose buried in the cleft, the leggings molding to her cheeks like they were painted on. 'Get off, dork!' she laughed, bucking her hips. The motion only ground her ass harder against his face, the pressure building a delicious facesitting tease, though the public eyes made him flush hotter with embarrassment. Unseen by the others, who were chatting and cheering from inches away, he nuzzled deeper, the fabric barrier doing little to mute the scent a deep, intimate aroma of sweat soaked cotton blended with her natural pussy and ass musk, slightly tangy like fermented yogurt. Then it happened a low rumble from her gut, and a hot puff escaped, seeping through the material straight into his nostrils. Her fart was potent, a thick, eggy blast with a sulfurous edge, born from the pre workout shakes and gym burritos she'd scarfed earlier strong enough to push against the fabric like a warm breeze, the smell heavy and lingering like boiled eggs left in the sun, coating his sinuses with a dense, yellow tinged fog that made his eyes water even as his cock stiffened rock hard. Fuck, that's intense, he thought, sucking it in deep despite the burn, his face pressed flush in a makeshift facesit. Smells like rotten eggs mixed with your sweaty hole overpowering, but damn if it doesn't stir something twisted in me. Adrenaline surged through him; his arms, usually limp, tightened around her thighs with unexpected force, though part of him cringed at the risk of the girls noticing.
'Whoa, look at that!' Jordan yelled, oblivious to his true intent, her brunette curls bouncing as she leaned in closer, the circle tightening. 'He's actually holding her down! Come on, Alex, get on top push her down like a man!' The girls clustered even nearer, eyes wide, their sweat damp tops and leggings filling his peripheral vision. Brooke clapped, her blonde hair swaying. 'Yeah, flip her! Don't let your sister dominate you forever get that ass under control!' Ava twisted, her ass cheeks clenching against his cheeks through the leggings, releasing another burst stronger this time, a wetter ripper that vibrated against his lips with a forceful sputter, the leggings trapping the heat. The smell intensified, shifting to a sharper, cheesy tang like aged cheddar fermented in sweat and ass crack, blasting out with enough pressure to make the fabric puff slightly, a humid wave that saturated his mouth and nose, acrid and biting like vinegar soaked cheesecloth. He pressed his mouth open slightly, letting the hot gas wash over his tongue, tasting the sour, dairy like bite that lingered like curdled milk, the humiliation of her unknowing dominance hitting harder with the audience so close. More, but shit, this is risky your farts are humiliating me in front of them, sis, even if they don't know. Strength flooded him; he pushed back, flipping Ava onto her stomach with surprising force, mounting her from behind, his face still locked in the valley of her ass, the girls' cheers echoing like a spotlight on his secret shame.
She yelped, scrambling, but he planted his face firmly in her ass crack, the leggings stretched taut, creating an airtight seal for whatever came next. The girls kept teasing, blind to the perversion, their bodies pressing in from all sides. 'Push her down harder, Alex!' Casey shouted, her red curls escaping her bun as she pumped her fist, her pink top clinging to her freckled skin, so close he could smell her own light sweat. 'Don't go easy make her tap, get on top and own that position!' Ava bucked again, her body slick with sweat, the leggings now translucent in spots from the moisture, and another fart erupted long and bubbly, a deep, bassy rumble that filled the space between her cheeks with vibrating force, the gas building pressure before exploding outward in a sustained hiss. This one was meatier, carrying a beefy, garlicky punch from her lunch, thick enough to feel like a humid cloud enveloping his face through the fabric, the odor a robust, savory rot like grilled meat gone slightly off, mixed with the sharp bite of onions and a underlying fecal warmth that seeped into his pores, heavy and oppressive, making his head swim with a mix of filthy arousal and reluctant disgust at the intensity. The strength of it pressed his nose deeper, like a forceful shove from her bowels, her body unknowingly smothering him in the facesit hold. God, I love the smell but hate how it burns keep talking shit while you gas me out like this. Ava snarled, oblivious, 'You're such a loser, how are you even doing this? Get your face out of there!' The surrounding girls laughed, thinking it all playful banter.
The girls bantered on, their circle unyielding. 'Think he'll actually win?' Brooke asked Jordan, who nodded, her curves shifting as she crossed her arms, blocking any escape. 'He's got her legs locked smart move! Keep pushing, Alex, get her face in the mat, dominate from the top!' Alex ignored them outwardly, lost in the rhythm, his world narrowed to the facesitting press of her ass, though the crowd's proximity amplified his inner turmoil. Every squirm from Ava pressed her cheeks closer, another whiff escaping a quick, sharp sizzle of gas, vinegary and sour like pickled cabbage left to ferment, slicing through the air with explosive velocity, a short but intense burst that stung his nostrils like acid, the smell clinging wetly to his skin and making his lungs burn with its tart, acidic potency. It hit with such force that it rattled his teeth slightly through the leggings, but he inhaled greedily despite the eye watering assault, his body transforming, weakness melting into raw power amid the secret humiliation. This public burn? It's too much sometimes, he mused silently, even as Ava twisted and whispered hotly, 'Give up, wimp you're embarrassing yourself.' Yeah, embarrass me more, even if it stings your ass is still my weakness.
Ava's breaths came ragged now, her body slick with sweat, the leggings dark and sodden between her legs. One final fart bubbled out as she strained a massive, prolonged whoosh, earthy and fecal tinged with a deep, manure like richness, potent enough to inflate the fabric briefly before diffusing in a slow, smothering wave, the smell overwhelming like fresh soil mixed with digested greens and a hint of ammonia, saturating everything in a thick, cloying haze that coated his tongue and throat, the strength of it like a punch to the face, leaving him lightheaded and throbbing with conflicted lust. But it was the last push he needed, his arms locking her down completely in the ultimate facesit hold, the girls' cheers roaring in his ears. 'Okay, okay, you win this round,' she panted, slapping the mat in mock surrender, another small puff escaping in defeat light but still pungent, a sweet sour afterglow like overripe fruit with a milky edge, wafting gently but insistently, her unknowing humiliation complete. Alex lingered a beat longer, stealing one last deep inhale, the combined assault of her gases leaving him dizzy with a blend of desire and discomfort, his face marked by the imprint of her ass through the leggings.
The girls swarmed closer, high fiving him amid the tight circle. 'That was awesome! You totally owned her!' Brooke said, slapping his back, her long legs brushing his side. 'Who knew the little bro had moves?' Jordan grinned, her hazel eyes twinkling. 'Yeah, you pushed her down like a champ keep it up!' Casey bounced on her toes. 'Epic! Ava, you got schooled.' Ava sat up, flushed and grinning, none the wiser, adjusting her leggings with a huff. 'Beginner's luck, huh? Don't get cocky, loser you still smell like sweat.' Luck? No, it's your gassy, smothering ass, Alex thought, wiping his mouth discreetly, the taste of her emissions still coating his tongue, the scents layered in his memory like a perverse, overwhelming perfume that both thrilled and tormented him. That night, back home, he'd wait for her to crash, pull down those leggings again, and lick every trace of the day's perversion from her ass replaying the farts in his mind, the facesitting pressure amid the crowd, his obsession deepening despite the reluctant edge of dislike for the exposure. And this was only the beginning.
PART 2
Alex's heart pounded as he held his position, his nose buried deep in the damp fabric of Ava's leggings, the airtight seal trapping every vibration and puff of her latest release. The bubbly fart had rumbled out with a wet, echoing hiss, the gas thick and heavy, carrying notes of fermented dairy and salty sweat that coated his tongue like a forbidden glaze. He swallowed hard, fighting the urge to groan, his cock straining against his shorts as the oblivious cheers from the girls echoed around them.
'Yeah, Alex! Pin her down!' Mia yelled from the sidelines, her dark ponytail swinging as she clapped, completely unaware of the perversion unfolding right under their noses. The room smelled of exertion sweat, rubber mats, and faint perfume but to Alex, it was all overshadowed by Ava's potent essence seeping through.
Ava twisted beneath him, her muscles flexing, but she couldn't shake him off. 'Get off, you cheater!' she grunted, her voice muffled against the mat, but there was a hint of laughter in it, thinking this was just roughhousing. Another push from her hips ground her ass back against his face, and he inhaled deeply, savoring the musky warmth trapped there. The leggings were soaked now, clinging transparently to her skin, outlining the curve of her cheeks and the shadowed cleft between.
He adjusted slightly, pretending to secure a better hold, his lips brushing the fabric as he mouthed silently against her hole. A quick, sharp burst escaped prrrt like a punctured balloon, the gas hot and acrid, tasting of sharp cheese and vinegar on his lips. It made his eyes water, but the thrill shot straight to his groin, his hips involuntarily bucking once before he caught himself. The girls hooted, mistaking it for wrestling aggression.
'Come on, Ava, tap out!' Casey urged, leaning in closer, her freckled face flushed. She was so near that Alex could see the beads of sweat on her collarbone, but his focus never wavered from the prize beneath him.
Finally, Ava slapped the mat in mock surrender, gasping for breath. 'Okay, okay! You win this round, bro.' The girls erupted in laughter and applause as Alex rolled off her, his face flushed, lips tingling from the assault. He sat up quickly, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, the taste lingering like a secret brand.
The session wrapped up soon after, everyone sweaty and exhilarated. Ava punched his arm playfully as they packed up. 'You're getting too good at this. Next time, I'm taking you down.' She had no idea, and that ignorance fueled his obsession further.
Back home, the house was quiet, parents out for the evening. Alex waited in the living room, pretending to scroll on his phone while Ava showered and crashed early, exhausted from practice. The clock ticked past midnight before he crept into her room, the door creaking softly. Moonlight filtered through the blinds, casting shadows over her form under the thin sheet.
She was out cold, face buried in her pillow, wearing only an oversized t-shirt that rode up to expose the bottom curve of her ass. No leggings this time just bare skin, still faintly damp from the shower, but he knew the day's sweat had seeped deep. His pulse raced as he knelt beside the bed, gently lifting the sheet. Her cheeks parted slightly in sleep, revealing the dark valley between, and a faint, earthy scent wafted up residual from the mats, mixed with her natural musk.
He leaned in, nose inches from her hole, inhaling slow and deep. It was intoxicating: warm, slightly tangy, like overripe fruit baked in the sun. His tongue darted out, tracing the soft skin of her inner cheek, lapping up the subtle saltiness left behind. Ava stirred faintly but didn't wake, her breathing steady.
Emboldened, he pressed his face fully between her cheeks, rubbing his nose against her puckered entrance. A soft puff escaped as her body relaxed further a sleepy, unintended fart, warm and silent, filling his nostrils with a richer, more intimate aroma. It was meaty, almost beefy, with undertones of the cheesy tang from earlier, now mellowed by her natural oils. He opened his mouth, letting the gas wash over his tongue, sucking gently to draw out more.
His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider as he licked deeper, his tongue circling her hole, probing the tight ring. She tasted salty-sweet, the flavors of the day exploding on his palate sweat from the wrestling, the faint bitterness of her farts replayed in his mind. He devoured her, face smeared with her essence, his cock throbbing untouched as he ground against the bed edge for friction.
Hours passed in this worship, until dawn threatened. He pulled back reluctantly, cleaning her gently with his shirt before slipping out, the obsession burning hotter than ever.
The next afternoon, they returned to the wrestling room for another practice. The girls were already there, stretching and chatting, the air thick with anticipation. Ava waved him over, smirking. 'Ready for round two? I won't go easy this time.'
Alex grinned, his secret safe, the memory of last night's feast making his mouth water. As they paired off, the crowd of teammates circled again, oblivious to the storm brewing. He tackled her to the mat with renewed vigor, positioning himself for another 'accidental' smother, heart racing at the promise of more hidden indulgences amid the cheers.
Alex lunged forward, wrapping his arms around Ava's waist and driving her down to the mat with a thud that echoed through the wrestling room. The other girls Mia, Casey, and a couple more teammates stretching nearby glanced over with amused grins, their workout clothes hugging sweat-dampened bodies as they warmed up for their own drills. The air hummed with the squeak of sneakers on the floor and the faint tang of shared exertion, but Alex's senses zeroed in on Ava alone, her body heat radiating against him as he maneuvered to straddle her hips.
She bucked immediately, her strong legs kicking out, but he anticipated it, sliding up her torso until his chest pinned her shoulders. 'Not so fast this time,' he muttered, his voice low and teasing, masking the hunger twisting in his gut. Ava's face flushed red from the effort, her breath coming in sharp bursts as she strained against him. God, he's heavier today, she thought, gritting her teeth. What's his deal? Feels like he's grinding on purpose. But she shoved the weird vibe aside it was just sibling roughhousing, right? Nothing more.
The girls cheered sporadically, Mia calling out, 'Get her, Alex! Show her who's boss!' as she paired off with Casey for some grappling practice nearby. The room filled with grunts and laughter, the scent of rubber mats mingling with the girls' perfumes and building sweat. Alex shifted higher, his face hovering inches from Ava's ass as she arched to escape. He 'slipped' forward in the tussle, nose pressing firmly into the seam of her leggings right over her crack. The fabric was warm, slightly moist from the warm-up, and he inhaled sharply, catching the first whiff: a subtle, earthy musk from her morning coffee and the faint residue of last night's shower.
Ava twisted harder, her hips lifting, which only wedged his face deeper. 'Hey, watch it!' she yelped, half-laughing, but a pressure built in her belly from the exertion. Ugh, bad timing, she thought, clenching instinctively. But the movement squeezed it out a loud, rumbling fart erupted right against his mouth, brraaap, vibrating through the thin material like a bass note. The gas blasted hot and forceful, smelling sharply of digested eggs and bitter greens, the kind that lingered in the air like a fog. Alex's eyes widened, but he held still, sucking in the pungent cloud, his tongue flicking out to taste the fabric where it soaked through. It coated his throat, acrid and thick, making his cock twitch hard in his shorts.
The other girls didn't bat an eye farts happened in these intense sessions, especially with all the physical strain. Casey wrinkled her nose briefly but laughed it off. 'Whoa, Ava, save some for the match!' Ava's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she played it cool. Shit, hope he didn't hear that, she worried inwardly, powering through with a shove that almost dislodged him. Just focus, don't let him win again.
Alex pressed on, feigning a better grip by grinding his face side to side, rubbing his nose along her cleft to chase every escaping wisp. Another one slipped out quieter this time, pffft, warm and moist, carrying a yeasty undertone from her protein shake earlier. He lapped at the spot discreetly, savoring the salty tang seeping through, his mind reeling with the illicit thrill. The session dragged on like this, each 'struggle' giving him stolen moments to bury himself in her scent, until Ava finally tapped out amid groans and applause from the group.
'You're killing it today,' Ava panted, sitting up and shoving his shoulder. The other girls wrapped up their practices too, chattering about grabbing smoothies after. Alex nodded, his lips still buzzing, the flavors replaying on his tongue as they all filed out. But as they walked home, the obsession gnawed at him he needed more, deeper, without the risk of interruption.
That night, after dinner, Ava hit the couch for a movie, but crashed hard before it ended, dozing off in her room with the door ajar. Alex waited until the house fell silent, his parents' snores drifting from down the hall. He slipped in around 1 a.m., the room dim and stuffy, carrying the day's accumulated odors. Ava lay on her stomach, t-shirt hiked up to her waist, panties wedged slightly between her bare cheeks, the fabric thin and white, dotted with faint sweat stains from the wrestling.
Kneeling at the bed's edge, he eased her legs apart gently, her body lax in sleep. She's out like a light, he thought, heart hammering. Perfect. He climbed onto the mattress carefully, positioning his head between her thighs, and pressed his face directly into her ass, nose nudging the panties aside to meet warm, smooth skin. The scent hit him full force: rich and animalistic, a blend of her natural ass sweat salty and slightly sour like sun-warmed leather, mixed with the deeper, fermented notes from her gut.
He pushed harder, cheeks spreading under the pressure of his mouth, his lips parting to seal over her hole. Ava murmured in her sleep, shifting slightly, but didn't wake. Mmm, weird dream, her subconscious floated, a hazy thought of floating warmth. Then it came a deep, building rumble vibrated against his tongue, and she let out a massive, unrestrained fart right into his open mouth. BRRRAAAPPP, long and bubbly, the gas exploding out with wet pops, filling his lungs and throat. It tasted intensely of garlic from dinner and a heavy, meaty rot, like spoiled sausage, thick enough to make him cough silently but he swallowed it down, pressing his face tighter to capture every bit.
Emboldened, he licked her hole directly now, tongue circling the puckered ring, probing inside to taste the slick inner walls. The flavors burst bitter mucus and the lingering sharpness of her gas, his nose buried so deep he could feel her pulse. Another fart followed, louder this time, a sharp trumpet blast PFFFRRTTT hot and dry, smelling of sulfur and overripe bananas, blasting his face like a gust from a furnace. Feels... tingly down there, Ava's inner voice drifted in sleep, her body responding with a subtle clench that only pushed more out, a series of smaller puffs that he sucked greedily, his cock leaking pre-cum onto the sheets as he humped the mattress.
He spent the next hour like this, face mashed into her ass, alternating licks and deep sniffs, coaxing out more releases with gentle kneads of her belly. Each one varied: one vinegary and crisp, another creamy and dairy-sour, all while her dreams twisted into vague sensations of relief and warmth. Why does it feel so good? she pondered hazily, hips twitching unconsciously to grind back against the pressure.
By the time he withdrew at dawn, her ass glistened from his saliva, the room faintly hazy with trapped scents. He slipped out, sated but already craving the group dynamic.
The next morning over breakfast, Alex casually suggested, 'Hey, wrestling practice again today? The girls were talking about team drills more people there this time, right? Could be fun to join in.' Ava nodded, yawning. 'Yeah, sounds good. Mia said a few more from the squad are coming. Let's crush it.' His pulse quickened at the thought more bodies, more chaos, more hidden opportunities amid the practicing girls.