Luna Stern's First Dick

Luna Stern pushes through the gym doors and locks eyes with Marco. Hot flush hits her face. There's this guy bench-pressing, arms thick, sweat slick across his chest. Their glances meet. She glances away, then back, and he grins like he's already known. Two minutes later they're in the locker room, locked door between them and everything else. Pants down, his cock full and heavy in her palm. She strokes once, twice. No hesitation—she crouches and runs her tongue along it, tastes salt and heat. He pulls her up and spins her around. Hands grip her hips, then he sinks in all the way, long, hard, and fast. Luna gasps. She's soaked. He thrusts deep, pulls back, pushes again like he owns the rhythm now. Fingers find her clit, rub tight little circles, and every stroke knocks more air out of her lungs. Her knees shake. Back arches. Then the whole wave hits, tighter and louder than anything she's felt before. She comes shaking, teeth biting her lip raw, dripping around him, vision going white. A first she won't forget for a long, long time.