Lindsey’s look from Chapter 2 of Diamond In The Buff, getting a bit hot and bothered at the si
Lindsey’s look from Chapter 2 of Diamond In The Buff, getting a bit hot and bothered at the sight of her own reflection. Here’s a little preview from the middle of the chapter: One sensible decision she could make right now was no more unnecessary clothing destruction. Her athletic shirt had made it this far, so she stripped it off, taking her sports bra with it in one fluid motion. She looked at her reflection in the mirror again, now topless to the waist, where the tatters of her jeans still clung to her left leg. “What would Becca think, to see me like this?” The thought frightened her, though she couldn’t specifically say why. She supposed her overdeveloped body would be intimidating, even terrifying for most people to behold. But Becca appreciated muscle, didn’t she? The way she proudly displayed her own ripped biceps at every opportunity, surely that meant she’d find Lindsey’s even-bigger arms appealing… didn’t it? Lindsey knew this fantasy wasn’t a good road to go down. She had accepted Becca’s offer, gotten a membership. She’d have to see her trainer again tomorrow. Whatever Becca-related thoughts she lingered on here, in private, they would only make it harder to face the gorgeous girl without blushing. And without doing other things… Things like slamming her fit trainer up against the mirrored wall of the gym’s second floor, fucking her tight little cunt right in the middle of Crossfit practice, right in front of all the– unhh… Her neglected dick throbbed, ejecting a copious blob of precum. This load had some distance and splattered the floor a few feet away, leaving a thin strand dangling from her pulsing cannon. Lindsey didn’t have much experience controlling herself around girls she liked. She either let loose, or ran away, and the last time she let loose… well she was still running from that. She realized she was staring at her open gym bag on the floor, with the rolled up GRANITE t-shirt staring back at her. Becca’s picture was on that too, though she wasn’t flexing in this one. She had her arms spread wide across the expanse of the logo, like she was leaning back against it, with her chiseled 8-pack abs on display as the main attraction. “She really does love attention”, Lindsey murmured as she bent down to pick up the shirt. She paused halfway, as she felt her stiff cock press into her own ample tits. She bent lower, letting her erection support the weight of one breast while the other hung free. She was constantly surprised by the new sensations her growing body gave her. A year ago she’d enjoyed feeling the tip of her cock nuzzling the underside of her tits. Six months ago it had been the sensitive ridge of her cock’s flared helmet, grazing her nipple. Today her length was extending well past her nipples. When she bent over this far, it practically touched her chin. When she thought about how much bigger she might get, a nervous tremor shuddered through her body. It began in her shoulders, tingled down her spine, and ended with a throbbing twitch of her cock, as it spat out another dollop of precum. Absentmindedly, she ran her finger through the slippery glob of pre, dabbing and spreading it around her bulbous tip. She had mixed feelings about the way her penis had continued to gain size and strength each year, well past adolescence. Did she really need a bigger dick than she already had? Why did the thought of gaining extra inches excite her so much? Read the rest here: rookvault.com/diamondinthebuff/ch2 -- source link
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