Page 75 of Grumpy Puck

“A workout.”He pulls his massive body up with his naked back to me, and every single muscle on it throbs with tension… or maybe it’s my pussy projecting a bit.“Exercising while fasting enhances fat utilization and builds endurance.”

“Fat?”He’s got zero of that on his shredded body.“Endurance?”Is that how he is able to fuck me so much?

“It also wakes me up much faster,” he says as he pulls himself up for the twentieth time.

“I’ll grant you that one.”His working out has sure wokenmeup pretty fast.

He lets go of the bar, turns my way, and shocks me with the sight of his cock half-mast—presumably from exercise.“Do you want to give this a try?”

The cock?No.He’s gesturing at the bar.

“You’re kidding, right?”I never realized keeping eye contact is this difficult when a man’s cock is out.

“Don’t worry,” Michael says.“I’ll spot you.”

I shake my head.“I need to brush my teeth first.”

“Ah, sure.I also do that before working out.I find the minty flavor of toothpaste just arousing enough to get me ready for exercise.”

And I find his exercising arousing, which I think is the circle of life.

Grabbing my bra and panties, I sprint to the bathroom, put them on, and then do my business.

When I come out, Michael is on the floor again, doing something for his washboard abs.His legs are in the air, cock and balls still out, and he’s twisting from side to side while holding a dumbbell.

“What is that called?”I ask breathlessly.And hey, a question is better than kneeling and putting that cock in my mouth, or licking those balls, all of which is what I really want to do.

“Russian twists,” he says, again not the least bit out of breath.

I grin.“I think you can just call them twists.”

He leaps to his feet, cock swinging.“Which do you want to start with, a pushup or a pullup?”

Are those the only two options?“I don’t think I can do either.”

“Yes, you can.”He explains to me how to do an assisted pushup—with knees on the floor—and I surprise myself when I’m able to do a few.

“See?”he says.“You’re stronger than you thought.”

I shrug, my breath decidedly uneven.“That still doesn’t mean I can do a pullup.”

“You can, if I assist you.”

I look at the bar skeptically.“How is that going to work?”

When he explains, I suddenly want to do a pullup, and badly.

Apparently, to help someone do pullups, you hold their legs in a very sensual-sounding manner, and when Michael does it to me, I channel the surge of lust into my arms and back muscles, which lets me do the impossible: pull myself up five times.

“See?”he says when I’m panting afterward.“I knew you could do it.”

“Yeah.”I bite my lip.“I think I deserve a reward.”

His eyes grow hooded, and his cock instantly hardens.“What did you have in mind?”

“I want you to fuck me while fasting,” I say huskily.“I hear it has all sorts of benefits.”

He’s upon me in one leap, and then we’re on the bed, with Michael finally out of breath as he pounds into me, over and over again.

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