Rose's breath hitched. Her fingers curled tightly against the edge of the bench, and she turned her face to the side, as if trying to hide her expression from him.
Mike leaned over her back, his voice dropping lower and more venomous near her ear.
"Don't tell me you've already gotten addicted to this dick… Was little Alex not enough to satisfy you?"
From inside the locker, my hand froze around my cock. A sharp, sick feeling spread through my chest. I wanted to throw the door open, run over there, and drag him off her. But the question that stopped me was worse than the anger.
Would Rose even take my side if I did? The doubt sat heavy in my foggy mind, refusing to leave.
"It's… not like that. We haven't done it yet…" Rose's voice came out small and strained, almost like she was forcing the words past the pleasure.
Mike's breathing grew heavier as his movements turned rough and uneven. He gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back against him with every push.
"I'm close… take every drop…" he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure.
Rose's eyes widened. She tried to push herself up, turning her head back, panic flashing across her face.
"Wait... take it out… Mmph—" Her words were cut off as Mike drove into her harder, burying himself as deep as he could.
'Not inside…' From inside the locker, a silent scream locked in my throat.
But it was already too late. Mike's body tensed, and a deep, guttural groan left his throat as he started cumming. Thick, hot pulses of his semen flooded into her, filling her up completely.
Rose's thighs trembled hard as she felt the heavy warmth spreading inside her. When he finally pulled back just slightly, thick white cum began to leak out around his cock, dripping down her pussy and onto the floor in messy strands.
Mike slowly pulled his cock out of her. A thick, sticky strand of white cum stretched between the head of his cock and her messy, swollen folds before finally breaking and dripping down.
"How does it feel… to finally get filled up like that?" He asked, looking down at the mess he left behind.
"Haah... I'm so... full," Her whole body had gone limp. The strength left her arms, and she sank forward onto the bench.
Her massive breasts pressed flat against the cool surface, the soft flesh spreading and overflowing from both sides. Her arms hung weakly over the edge while her legs folded beneath her, leaving her kneeling on the floor with her upper body slumped over the bench.
From inside the locker, my eyes dropped to the sight behind her. Faint red handprints still marked her pale ass from earlier, and from between her slightly parted thighs, thick streams of Mike's cum were steadily flowing out of my girlfriend's swollen pussy, running down her skin in messy white trails.
Mike leaned down over her slumped body, bringing his lips close to her ear while his hand slowly roamed across the damp skin of her back.
"It feels good, doesn't it…? All full and warm inside," he whispered, his voice soft and almost intimate as his fingers traced lazy patterns along her spine.
Even from inside the locker I could hear him clearly. The bench wasn't far, and every crude, low word he spoke settled heavily in my chest.
"Yeah~," Rose's reply came after a short, hazy pause. She murmured, her voice low and distant, like she was still floating in the afterglow and not fully herself.
Mike's hand continued its slow path down her back as he pressed his mouth closer to her ear.
"Don't you want to feel it again?" he asked, his tone gentle but full of quiet persuasion.
"Yes… I want more," she answered, the words soft but clear enough to cut straight through me. Rose's fingers weakly curled against the edge of the bench.
"I like that answer… and looks like my dick agrees with you too," Mike said as he pulled back and stood up straight. He wrapped his hand around his cock and gave it a few slow strokes, deliberately showing her how hard he already was again.
Rose lifted her head and looked at it. She swallowed hard, then pushed herself up on her elbows against the bench, her eyes fixed on the thick, throbbing length in front of her.
Even after just filling her up, his cock was already standing stiff and heavy, the veins along the shaft standing out clearly. A cold spark of fear ran through my chest as I remembered the things I had read and seen in his blog, how many times he had gone at Aunt Marie without slowing down. The thought that the same thing could happen to Rose made my stomach tighten.
Mike moved in closer and smoothly guided her onto her back on the bench. Her heavy breasts shifted and jiggled with the motion as she settled. He stepped between her now spread legs, one hand gripping her slim waist while his other hand took hold of her thighs. His fingers dug into the soft, yielding flesh as he positioned himself, standing with his legs on either side of the bench so he had full control over her open body.
"Your boyfriend really is pathetic. He had a goddess like you in his hands and still chose not to fuck you…" Mike said as he lined himself up and pushed back into her. His own cum still filled her, making it easy for his thick cock to sink in all the way.
"Oh fuck…" Rose's head fell back against the bench the moment he filled her again, a shaky breath leaving her lips as the throbbing length stretched her sensitive walls once more.
"Well… I guess that just made things easier for me." Mike gave a low, amused breath and pulled back slightly before driving in again, hard enough to make her whole body jerk on the bench.
Her full, milky breasts bounced heavily with the impact, the soft flesh jiggling like jelly while her stiff pink nipples stood out clearly on top. A thin sheen of sweat covered her entire body, making her skin glisten under the dim lights of the locker room as he began moving inside her again.
To be continued...
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