I watched her, first from a distance, then as I got bolder, I came closer. Now I openly stood watching her tumbling routine, flick flacks, somersaults hand springs. All I saw was her cunning stunt.
She stood before me, on display nipples pushing against the fabric, a damp camel toe, betraying her want. My own ripped body throbbing, our wants on display. Passions exploded as we kissed.
Her taut, lithe, graceful body became a riot of lust. My muscles built for power, for once, took second place, as my little prick finally became a man.
